Lizzo Remix

She got a little bit of stomach, but that's okay, uh
She gon' let a real nigga – eat up
I appreciate a woman with a whole lot of cake, uh
Baby, that's a whole lot of shake
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my
I'ma wrap my arm around your waist and no hold on real tight like you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you're rantin' to the music

She got a little bit of stomach, but that's okay, uh
She gon' let a real nigga – eat her
I appreciate a woman with a whole lot of cake, uh
Baby, that's a whole lot of shake
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my
I'ma wrap my arm around your waist and no hold on real tight like you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you're rantin' to the music

Please stand flat–footed, put your hands on your knees
Arch in your back left hand your oblique
Make a first with your –, yes ma'am make it squeeze
In the mirror make you feel it in your lickin' low motion
When you push back, common I command you to breathe
Stand at attention you salute it then at ease

Mm, I'm the truth you agree
I'm a god in the streets, I'm a Don, I'm a King
This conversation stay between you and me
Sexual injustice you make I'm responding
You sexy that pressure can't wait to apply it

You really wanna ride it still afraid to acknowledge
I was liftin' that weight, I was thinking about you
Look in my eyes while you sit up on top
Put your hands on my chest while you're riding and rocking
I grip on your body (on your body oh)

She got a little bit of stomach, but that's okay, uh
She gon' let a real nigga – eat her
I appreciate a woman with a whole lot of cake, uh
Baby, that's a whole lot of shake
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my
I'ma wrap my arm around your waist and no hold on real tight like you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you're rantin' to the music (mm)

I'ma spread you like a woman when I sees you from back (mm)
Need a whole meal, not snacks
I'ma nasty 'til I nigga outta Dade, that's facts (mm)
I'ma lick your whole damn back
While you see me eat the girl slob on a n
Climb on top of a n–, now I gotcha bent over like hike
Now you wanna ride a n– like a bike, you know what I like (mm)
And you ain't gotta do too much, and that ass gon' move

And I don't give a fuck about a roll or a stretch mark
I knew that they was there before I came in this room
Men I don't really care about a little bit of stomach
Girl we call that a Fu–pa, like you skinny I'ma lay you down
With your legs on my shoulder go the dinner like Chalupa
Never too much, got me singin' like Luther

She got a little bit of stomach, but that's okay (uh)
She gon' let a real nigga – eat her
I appreciate a woman with a whole lot of cake (uh)
Baby, that's a whole lot of shake
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my
I'ma wrap my arm around your waist and no hold on real tight like you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you're rantin' to the music

(Mm) stand flat–footed put your hands on your knees (you know what I like)
Arch in your back left hand your oblique (you know what I like)
But I don't really give a 'bout a little bit of stomach gurl we call that a Fu–pa
Stand at attention you salute it with ease, mm, I'm the truth you agree
And you know what I like, good sex girl you make me go dumb (ah–ah)
Good sex girl you better not run (ah–ah)
'Cause I like a lotta food on my plate