t.t.k. - wermer lyrics
t.t.k. lyrics
[hook]
chun*li chick, thick thigh k!lla
mike jack thriller, dance in the mirror
body make a non*sinner reconsider
tell her pose for the motherf*cking picture
china plate dinner, she a fire flame spitter
wetter than a tidal wave, like a game winner
got a great figure, pose for the gram
let the story begin
[verse 1]
baddie with a body coming straight from the bungalow
(what else)
with a bankroll full of buffalos
make a broke boy feel uncomfortable
boss*type, separate the gladiators from a russell crowe’s
(are you not entertained?)
yelling gang, gang
type sh*t on a totally separate wavelength
got a bunch of bitter b*tches on the hate train
big big body great dane, swerving through the
interstate lanes, wait can’t none of these b*tches keep up
mona lisa features, you know that she own a visa
eating gallo pinto and some casado in costa rica
while these other b*tches settle for soda and frozen pizza
[bridge]
let it breathe
she ain’t even got to make a scene
walk talk like an a*list celebrity
heavenly melody really i don’t have to mention that she a
[hook]
chun*li chick (what?), thick thigh k!lla (what?)
mike jack thriller (ay!), dance in the mirror (go!)
body make a non*sinner reconsider
tell her pose for the motherf*cking picture
china plate dinner, she a fire flame spitter
wetter than a tidal wave, like a game winner
got a great figure, pose for the gram
let the story begin
[verse 2]
she a 10, ain’t no motherf*cking question about it
23, she a 7*figure walking deposit
24 in the waist, 36 at the bottom
mathematics, if you add it that 100 problems
ain’t no stopping her dominance she a motherf*cking prophet with it
pistol in her pocket for the opposition
she a contradiction, got a god*like body
but her demeanor apocalyptic
no apologizing to none of these b*tches for being robust
robitussin, they sick and they stuck in a rut
keep a hoe in disbelief, ironic ’cause she knows what’s up
call it what you want, she not giving a f*ck
[bridge]
let it breathe
she ain’t even got to make a scene
walk talk like an a*list celebrity
heavenly melody really i don’t have to mention that she a
[hook]
chun*li chick (what?), thick thigh k!lla (what?)
mike jack thriller (ay!), dance in the mirror (go!)
body make a non*sinner reconsider
tell her pose for the motherf*cking picture
china plate dinner, she a fire flame spitter
wetter than a tidal wave, like a game winner
got a great figure, pose for the gram
let the story begin
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