(CHORUS)X 2   Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin)   What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin)   Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin)   What's all dat makem stop and stare (ooh nuttin)      You can call me gold mouth, that's what I said   Hey baby you gon eat your CORNBREAD!   'cause it look like to me that cha did already   Wit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghetti   Already got me hypnotized under a spell   Walkin by lookin at da whale on dat tale   Can't tell ye ain't fine wit dat big ole hump   Girlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunk   I beez on these big booty galz that our stouter   Then the couchi hole, let her know I'ma bout her   Damn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubter   I ain't being mean but her pockets on the droughta   Sippin on dis lean got my dick on some ?   You can get sprung off dis like some powder   Oops wrong hole what she said in the shower   Already hit the booty hole for an hour      CHORUS X 2      Ring around the rosie, pocket fulla posie   Mind full of numbers make these bitches wonder   Let's go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house up   Gripp on her ass cause this lads got a big butt   She can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce round   She could pack it up make a killin in another town   Shake junt staring, I don't mean no harmin   Call me Mr. Whipple cause I wanna squeeze the Charmin   Rubbbin on her back as I suck on her NIPPLE!   Mane dis gal stacked but cheeks like a HIPPO!   Jimmy crack corn Im gon bust on her LIPPO!   Jimmy in my cup my nig take a SIPPO!   Down by da benz so her cheese gonna FLIPPO!   Left the hotel with a limp like a CRIPPLE!   Pretty like highs and her smile had a DIMPLE!   Make her twat hot like a bust on a PIMPLE!      CHORUS X 2      You's a bad young thang baby where yo mane   Making niggaz heads turn like G- D-   I'm gon ask for ya name, youve been blessed fo sho   Smellin better than a tight rolled optimo   I'm gon have to know, how ya garden grow   Also you can holla back after the show   Got somethin poking out of that short ass dress   You know just whacha doin gal, and you a mess   With yourself, stackin wealth got me on hard   If I getcha in the bed pussy gon' fart   You da strait freak type, and I'm lovin dat   G-string, all night, you can make it clap   She can be one of those bisexuals   That love to engage in manage trois   Layin down wit a man, went behind the bar   Catchin me with dope then she take the charge      CHORUS (fade)