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De La Soul
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Baby Phat (Ft. Devin The Dude)
Lyricist:David Jolicoeur, Damon Kimbley, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Ronald D. Miller, Mark Morales, Kurt Walker, William Waring, Dave West, Damon Wimbley
Fat fat, uh And along came Pos Fat fat
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, 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,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
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat
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 niggaz
Run up and try to hurl game for real Your frame holds appeal in the everyday World in conceal is not the way To go, I'm tellin' you I had to let Ya know, ya need to let it all hang
Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang No matter how you weigh it, girl, it's femine Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Got a body everybody wanna know (Yeah, yeah) Be the private dancer in my Luke show (Come on, girl)
Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you (Hey) See girl, ya more than just apple in my eye Confess I wanna get up in ya thighs Downs, the rest'll tell you all the things
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight) Make the big panties look like little panties (Hey) 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'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat Yeah, it's nothin' but a litte baby, fat fat
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