Chun-Li chick, Thick Thigh Killa
Mike Jack thriller, dance in the mirror
Body make a non-sinner reconsider
Tell her pose for the motherf#cking picture
China plate dinner, she a fire flame spitter
Wetter than a tidal wave, like a game winner
Got a great figure, pose for the gram
Let the story begin
Baddie with a body coming straight from the bungalow
With a bankroll full of buffalos
Make a broke boy feel uncomfortable
Boss-type, separate the Gladiators from a Russell Crowe’s
Yelling gang, gang
Type sh#t on a totally separate wavelength
Got a bunch of bitter b#tches on the hate train
Big big body Great Dane, swerving through the
Interstate lanes, wait can’t none of these b#tches keep up
Mona Lisa features, you know that she own a Visa
Eating Gallo Pinto and some Casado in Costa Rica
While these other b#tches settle for soda and frozen pizza
Let it breathe
She ain’t even got to make a scene
Walk talk like an A-List celebrity
Heavenly melody really I don’t have to mention that she a
Chun-Li chick (what?), Thick Thigh Killa (what?)
Mike Jack thriller (ay!), dance in the mirror (go!)
Body make a non-sinner reconsider
Tell her pose for the motherf#cking picture
China plate dinner, she a fire flame spitter
Wetter than a tidal wave, like a game winner
Got a great figure, pose for the gram
Let the story begin
She a 10, ain’t no motherf#cking question about it
23, she a 7-figure walking deposit
24 in the waist, 36 at the bottom
Mathematics, if you add it that 100 problems
Ain’t no stopping her dominance she a motherf#cking prophet with it
Pistol in her pocket for the opposition
She a contradiction, got a God-like body
But her demeanor apocalyptic
No apologizing to none of these b#tches for being robust
Robitussin, they sick and they stuck in a rut
Keep a hoe in disbelief, ironic ’cause she knows what’s up
Call it what you want, she not giving a f#ck
Let it breathe
She ain’t even got to make a scene
Walk talk like an A-List celebrity
Heavenly melody really I don’t have to mention that she a
Chun-Li chick (what?), Thick Thigh Killa (what?)
Mike Jack thriller (ay!), dance in the mirror (go!)
Body make a non-sinner reconsider
Tell her pose for the motherf#cking picture
China plate dinner, she a fire flame spitter
Wetter than a tidal wave, like a game winner
Got a great figure, pose for the gram
Let the story begin
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