Tuesday Morning - Just a lil thick

Perfect tune to get your Tuesday started with. Rap needs more songs about this type of woman.

She ain't fat bruh, she ain't
She ain't fat bruh, she ain't
She ain't fat bruh, she ain't
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better

Lil Dicky just slayin:

Lil mama got a body like the guy who got Bin Laden
Fetti on her like a party
Dancer hotter than wasabi
Got me lookin' at the bombs, titties on the Nagasaki
Gotta drop it, kamikaze
Magic city, call me Copperfield
(Woah, Woah, Woah)
Booty flappin' like it wasn't nothin' to a ho'
This bitch named Delicious then cook up an interest
I put in some wings and then tried to envision
How my dick would fit up in the pussy from the back
Over here just doin' math
I'mma need Ike Newton, Kama Sutra, Martin Luther King Jr
For that booty, I can dream

And with all those fire bars, the best part of the song may be the outro:

Big mama, big mama, big mama, ohh big mama
Big mama, big mama, big mama, ohh big mama
Big mama, big mama, big mama, ohh big mama
Bitch get off my foot