DJ Chose Feat. Beatking – THICK Lyrics

Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose

What’s up, Bri? (What’s up, Bri?)
What’s up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What’s up, Lisa? Damn, I want all three (come here)
Ooh, Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)
I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

‘Cause she thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she made me stutter
And her friends, they thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-, fuck, I want all of ’em

Yeah, runnin’ ’round the trap right now
With a hundred bands on me, I be lookin’ like a brick, yeah
Ring around the rosie, I been ridin’ with the .40
If you play, you gon’ feel that stick, yeah
Pull up to the red light, shorty walk by
Lookin’ good, shorty lookin like a lick, ah
Ass in the back like a cake with the ice cream shake, banana split

Pull up to the light and I told her, “Whoop-whoop”
Pull over, that ass too fat
Tell your boyfriend you don’t want him no more
You found you a n- with some racks (a gentleman, hmm)

Open your door (hmm)
Take you to the store (hmm)
Let you buy what you want (hmm), yeah (uh)
I like NeNe ’cause she bad
I like Tay, she got that ass
I like Neisha, she got cash
We go out, sometimes she spazz

What’s up, Bri? (What’s up, Bri?)
What’s up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What’s up, Lisa? Damn, I want all three (come here)
Ooh, Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)
I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

‘Cause she thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she made me stutter
And her friends, they thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (ooh)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (ooh)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-, fuck, I want all of ’em (man, BeatKing)

What’s up, Shay? What’s up, Linn?
I hit it raw, she see me in public like, “What’s up, friend?”
She talk too much, but I still hit
‘Cause she a fool on that d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dick
Pop that ass, throw it
Kill the pussy, COVID
Spread them legs, don’t close it
I’m not lame, I’ll never expose ya, uh
Just had a baby, tryna cut the lights off
Bitch, fuck them stretch marks, bend it over right now

What’s up, T?
You smash my partner, you can’t start a relationship with me
Club Godzilla, I can’t smash no duck for free
Get that bread, get that head
Then leave, where my keys?

What’s up, Bri? (Hold up, bitch)
What’s up, Ki? (Club God)
What’s up, Lisa?, damn, I want all three (Come here)
Ooh, Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)
I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

‘Cause she thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she made me stutter
And her friends, they thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-, fuck, I want all of ’em

Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose