[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi]
I wonder if God could make an a** so fat he couldn't lift it
Could he make a b**h so bad that she couldn't even get to Heaven?
And if then, I worship that, will I be praying to a false idol?
I think that a** could split the seas like something out the Bible
??? be this whole song, picture it with no clothes on
Something fat to hold on, her pimp game so strong
But your boy be the slick ho, cold like the fridge, though
Chips like Nabisco, so shake it fast like Mystikal
Low like old '64, an*logue, digital
Dull place like Thibodaux, set screen(?), I'm good to go