Fes Taylor - Booty Lyrics
f/ L.I.S., Lon Dini, Pa Bazil[Chorus: L.I.S.]Girl, you got a hot body and on top of all that you got a fattyThe way you look in them jeans, make me drop to my kneesWhy don't you shake it for me, me, me...Why don't you shake it for me?[L.I.S.]You got a fatty, mami, that thing look greatI wish I had you on the table right next to my steakThrow some gravy in the thing just to see how it tastesHave you feeling like a biscuit that I already ateSend a shiver through your body, make you cancel our dateSo many things on my mind and they came through lateCuz we on the dancefloor and I'm admiring your shapeYou're the baddest in the town, hands down with no debateI got a lot on my hands but you could fit on my slateYou remind me of this song by L.G. the GreatYou got jelly in your pants because jam don't shakePush some bodies off the scale, you make the solar system shakeWet dreams of me and you make me skiied up my steakDon't let me tell you that the pasta's greatI wanna live out my dreams, lemme plead my caseI seen you five times in five different statesOne in A.T.L. breaking it down on skatesThe party don't start 'til you enter the placeGot me humming like a bird to the beat while you shakeYou remind me of this song by L.G. the GreatYou got jelly in your pants because jam don't shake[Chorus][Pa Bazil]Very fatale with plenty of styleI like the way you draw crowds, drop jaws on milesEyes gal, well endowed, built like a stallionHad an amazing name, pure-breded from the islandsNo, I'm not lying, if I wasn't playing I would stop flyingUse me, abuse me and turn me into scrap ironA glorious, gorgeous creature with the featuresIf you find out she was cheating you probably wouldn't leave herKeep her cellphone, two way and beepers, a way to reach herYou definitely gon' need her cuz she's off the metersHad me strung like some laces on sneakers on a pair of AdidasI'm telling you, man, the ultimate in divasCall her true pulita, Latin descent, better known as miraDrive me crazy when you call me papi, mamacita[Chorus][Lon Dini]I play low, go 'head, ma', shake it for ba' bro'The stage so nice, I never paid the price for twatGive me a chance, I might tip me a spotDon't worry about my spouseThe mountain that I drop could buy a houseI monkey ***** 'em, thug 'em and drug 'em outDick might bug 'em out, the way a nigga thug it out[Fes Taylor]Baby girl, make your booty twirlWait 'til I hurl, bent, pull it on the curlsBring on my boys or girls into girlsGet Fresh, we could have anything in this worldModels and actresses, they all love the backshots I giveThat's your wiz?Come on, playa, you hear the song, playaAfter the show, probably go perform with her later[Chorus]
