Lyrics

She gonna bust it open for the benjamins In the club, hands up Dancin' with her friend Ass hangin' out them shorts Brown n cinnamon Drop it low Look back at it Yea get it bitch Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Like a thanksgiving dinner, she got yams on her All that ass I can't help but put my hands on her Trickin' all my money, spendin' bands on ya Ass so big and round I can stand on it Gotta thank ya momma for an ass like this Would ya bend over, touch your toes Let me spend cash like this No surgery, no booty shots You were born bad like this Hit it from tha back, smack that ass You like damn daddy that's it Baby bend it over Like a full moon Pretty pussy lookin' pink Flower full bloom Bih scrub the ground when her song on In that see through dress with a thong on I wanna lay up on the booty like a cushion or somethin' You looking right If there's a price, what would you do for the money That booty lookin' hella juicy Like some yams make me hungry You make me sing like T-Pain I want you and that monkey She gonna bust it open for the benjamins In the club, hands up Dancin' with her friend Ass hangin' out them shorts Brown n cinnamon Drop it low Look back at it Yea get it bitch Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Ay, she gonna bust it for tha guap She don't deal wit petty cash Only big knots Her ass stupid dumb fat Like a bubble I'ma pop Make her twerk in the living room on TikTok She thick as hell She carries it well Big horse fine booty ridin down yale??? Got Prada on her body but them thongs Chanel Got them yams smellin' incredibly deliciously Love spell She got them vibes She know that she the shit Curves hittin' lookin like a bowl of grits I mean yams this weed is strong as shit But put your hands up baby if you a independent bitch She keep her hair nails done on a regular basis Got all them hoes hatin' Thats why they frownin' they faces Them yams sittin right She got the thighs to match And if you bag that chick then that's a helluva snatch She gonna bust it open for the benjamins In the club, hands up Dancin' with her friend Ass hangin' out them shorts Brown n cinnamon Drop it low Look back at it Yea get it bitch Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass Make them yams shake to the bass
Writer(s): James Winfrey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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