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Sir Mix-A-Lot - Bremelo lyrics
Here's a gory kinda story, 'bout an obese freak With a forty inch waist and a ten inch beak, Overweight and out of shape with a triple chin, Her brassiere strikes fear in the hearts of men, The Girls a bremelo The Girls a bremelo Me and Terry hopped a ferry, we were lookin Swass When a dip hit the ship we were almost tossed It was a big bremelo standing on my toe, An enormous jelly-belly tryin' to say hello I was really kinda frightened as she looked my way, I tried to run because here buns made the ferry sway To be blunt she was fat and ready for combat On the way to (Bermitan)? where the fat is at, The Girls a bremelo. Let's Go! I'm not fakin' or mistaken' 'bout the big ol' duck, She had hairy underarms and a whoppin' gut, Her hair was short and wavy, drove my pit bull crazy, A (Bermitan)? beast chasin' fella's in the Navy, At the movie she's the feature, the (Bermitan)? creature, Ya' wear a life jacket if ya ever try and freak her Look at her physique, she ain't my kinda freak, The floor creaks when the beast starts reaching her peak The Girls a bremelo. She's just a bremelo. Change the beat! You can't ignore the way she snores 'cuz she blows down doors, Baby's got the kinda face only a mother adores, A big basket ball head, with her ten inch feet, Big lips, No hips, with the smell of a beast, I couldn't put her in my Caddy or my tranny would break, I've heard of dirt because of poverty, but she took the cake, When it comes to Cool-Aid |
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