Ms. Fat Booty 2

Modern girls

I say girls, girls, girls, girls

Reach out and clap your hands

I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan

And bring the breeze, bring the breeze

And from the moment that I saw ya, I knew you was trouble

But I disregarded, detour signs and did not stop till you was mine

I guess God was like, aight fine

Careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it in heaps

Try to give it back he be like, nah, that's yours to keep

So poetic baby girl, you make it hard to speak

My dream lover make it hard to sleep

I wrote a little song about it

In she came with the lame type of game

The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame

Big things, so big you can't hardly explain

When she done crossed her legs, she make minds turn insane

Had seen her on the ave and spotted her, I'ma  manager

Ass so fat she think Bonita straight probably

What you l-l-love, expert in the bed work corridor

Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for

Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers

All wanna know what her name and phone number was

They're spending up their money like, post them up and touch her up

But it don't need dirtied up, X amount of monitor

Son, boy, African and tough, all nice and decent

A yeah, yeah, I'm trying to ride with a diamond like you

Looking pretty in the club, plus she love Mos and Wu

Ass wide and fat, breasts mad, hair wrapped

Wilma style, chunky, that's how I like my batch

You a rose from the hood, smoked out of '89

We headed back, you had a baby by Ron

But that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones

Calgon is Calgon's, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs

Stepping out of BBQ's

Member when we licked the cream out of Suzy Q's?

Spaghetti jewels, the big word on the street

You like Millie Jackson in the new Mack flick carrying heat

Or say with Oprah with a makeover, Billie Jean slash Dairy Queen

Fantasy is, can I eat you on the swing?

See it's written all over my face, daily news

Big bold lettered, front page, Starks how it taste?

Forget

I know I can't afford to stop

Oh, I know, I refuse to, to forget

I know I can't afford to stop

For one moment, that it's too soon to forget

Watch out Louisiana jug wine and conk out

Throw her hands high and make her backside pop out

Watch out if you don't have the VIP lack out

Them big dollars they talk 'bout just turn around and walk out

You better watch out exotic fabrics, speech in larynx

Think it's midday traffic, running game like the Mavericks

Making time seem elastic when we stretch out and smash it

Then vanish like a phantom and hurt my understanding like what

Forget

I know I can't afford to stop

For one moment, that it's too soon to forget

I know I can't afford to stop

For one moment, that it's too soon to forget

I know I can't afford to stop

I want you to just rock and bounce to that, rock and bounce to that

I say girls, girls, girls, girls

Reach out and clap your hands

I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan

And bring the breeze, bring the breeze

I say girls, girls, girls, girls

Reach out and clap your hands

I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan

And bring the breeze, bring the breeze