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De La Soul - Baby Phat lyrics
Phat Phat, uh Ain't nothing wrong with big broads Phat Phat [Posdnuos] It's a sure bet When I stare into your dark browns I get Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep My bounds, on your touchy subject Your weight, your shape's not what I date It's you, my crew don't mind it thick (Uh-uh) Every woman ain't a video chick (Nah) Or runway model anorexic I love what I can hold and grab on So if you burn it off then keep the flab on We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Oww) Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh) We gonna stay gettin our collab on [Chorus: Devin the Dude] Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size Oooh oohh oooooooh oooooh [E. Yummy Bingham] Yeah it's nothin but a litte baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat Yeah it's nothin but a litte baby, phat phat [Posdnuos] Claim you outta shape, you not outta place (Uh-uh) You keep it natural with no powdered face Without exercise you got the eye Starin you down, make me wonder why You women wanna frown at them stick figures On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggas Run up and try to hurl game for real Your frame holds appeal in the everyday World, and conceal is not the way To go, I'm tellin you I had to let Ya know, ya need to let it all hang [Dove] Don't be scared to show a little of that thang thang No matter how you weigh it girl, it's feminine Kinda body everybody wanna know (Yea yea) Be the private dancer in my Luke show (C'mon girl) Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you (Heh) See girl, ya more than just an apple in my Eye/I, confess I wanna get up in ya Thighs, the rest'll tell you all the things.. [Chorus 1x] [Dove] I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight) Make the big panties look like little panties (Heh) Tryin to lose that bottom girl you been right I saw who make ya cookies I should go and thank ya granny (Uh-huh) Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories If gettin paper stack man you'd get salaries You ain't in this alone I got a tummy too Just lemme watch the weight don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl) Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit Slim Fast, lypo, and body creams I pray you won't endorse, I got a candle lit [Chorus 2x] |
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