Baby ThiccK

They ask me what it is

That keeps me hanging round

And why no matter where I go

It’s her to where I’m bound

Now if you really want to know

You better listen quick

Can you hear my sound . . .

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

She asked me  . . Do you promise to Funk, the whole funk, and nothing but the funk?

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

She’s so high I can’t get over her

She’s so low I can’t get under it

She’s so wide I can’t get around her

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

She said . . . This is your chance to dance your way out of your constrictions

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

They used to call them groovy

They used to call them fine

Then baby got Phatt texting pictures of her behind

Some girls will

Some girls won’t

And some girls make me sick

But I can see no other girl cause . . .

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s