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letra de thick (remix) - dj chose

[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

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