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thick (remix) - dj chose lyrics

[intro]
(ain’t that dj chose over there?)
(look like dj chose)

[chorus: dj chose]
what’s up, bri? (what’s up, bri?)
what’s up, ki? (ay, ki)
what’s up, lisa?
d*mn, i want all three (come here), ooh
ashley (ay), ooh, ashley (ayy)
i get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

[verse 1: dj chose]
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, shawty walk by
lookin’ good, shawty lookin like a l!ck, uh
ass in the back like a cake with thе ice cream shake, banana split
pull up to thе 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*** with some racks (a gentleman, hmm)
open your door (hmm)
take you to the store (hmm)
let you buy what you want (hmm)
yeah, 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 though?
you know, like*
what’s up with all of y’all like*
some of y’all?
one of y’all
one of y’all?

[chorus: dj chose]
what’s up, bri? (what’s up, bri?)
what’s up, ki? (ay, ki)
what’s up, lisa?
d*mn, i want all three (come here), ooh
ashley (ay), ooh, ashley (ay)
i get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

[hook]
’cause she thick (thick)
thi*thi*thi*thi*thi*thick (thick)
thi*thi*thi*thi*thi*thick (thick)
thi*thi*thi*thi*thick
she make me stutter
and her friends
they thi*thi*thi*thi*thi*thick (ooh)
thi*thi*thi*thi*thi*thick (ooh)
thi*thi*thi*thi*, f*ck, i want all of ’em (man, beatking)
[verse 2: che]
wassup atlanta? (east side)
wassup georgia? (aw yeah)
ride the beat just like a b*tch that’s from new orleans (oh yeah)
good p*ssy, yeah you knew that
wack ass hoe too close, please scoot back
get the f*ck back b*tch
i’d hate to move you, don’t make me do that
(you bet not want to) uhn
grab the camera, icarly
let’s make a movie, i’m gnarly
spread my ass and sit on his face
and ride his tongue like a harley
twerk on his beard, he can’t breathe
he like “d*mn shawty, please”
swallow the nut ‘fore i leave
and make his debit card say “cheeeseee”
got a puerto rican papi, he go loco (hola)
and my ass he want some more though
d*ck so big had to watch it in slo*mo
f*cking on a broke n*gga? baby, that’s a no*no
i replied to a dm, n*gga said he liked me
i just want a wig, he want me to be his wifey
i’ll eat a car ‘fore i let a b*tch try me
f*ck the internet, bet a b*tch won’t fight me, uh
[chorus: dj chose]
what’s up, bri? (hold up, b*tch)
what’s up, ki? (club god)
what’s up, lisa?
d*mn, i want all three (come here), ooh
ashley (ayy), ooh, ashley (ayy)
i get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

- dj chose lyrics

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