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THICK (Remix) - DJ Chose and Megan Thee Stallion [Official Lyric Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Vocals
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Megan Pete
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose Real hot girl s- I like 'em all, yeah, light skin, dark skin, short I like 'em tall, yeah, slim, thick But under them jeans, that booty basketball, yeah (uh) I need a freak (freak) I go deep (deep), I like to eat So what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?) What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki) What's up, Lisa? D-, I want all three (come here) Ooh, Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy, Ashley) I get h- when she walk past me (look at that) 'Cause she thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she made me stutter And her friends, they thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-, I want all of 'em Yeah, runnin' 'round the trap right now With a hundred bands on me, I be lookin' like a brick, yeah Ring around the rosie, I been ridin' with the .40 If you play, you gon' feel that stick, yeah Pull up to the red light, shorty walk by Lookin' good, shorty lookin like a lick, ah A- in the back like a cake with the ice cream shake, banana split Pull up to the light and I told her "Whoop-whoop" Pull over, that a- too fat Tell your boyfriend you don't want him no more You found you a n- with some racks (a gentleman, hmm) Open yo' door (hmm) Take you to the store (hmm) Let you buy what you want (hmm), yeah (uh) I like NeNe 'cause she bad I like Tay, she got that a- I like Neisha, she got cash We go out, sometimes she spazz (What's up? You know like, what's up with all y'all?) (Like, some of y'all thick, one of y'all, one of y'all thick) What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?) What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki) What's up, Lisa? D-, I want all three (come here) Ooh, Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy, Ashley) I get h- when she walk past me (look at that) 'Cause she thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she made me stutter And her friends, they thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-, I want all of 'em What's up, Texas? (H-Town) All our b- poppin' (what's up, Houston?) I seen that OnlyFans, s-, what's up, Tyga? (What's up wit' it?) He goin' stu-stu-stupid (hey) Eatin' that p-, ah-ah, chewin' (ah, ah, ah, ah) He said, "Girl, you got that peach But I know that a- came straight from Houston" (baow, real hot girl s-, baow, baow) I got hits, all these hatin'- h-, look here (yeah, yeah) H- make four, five, six, fake pages (huh) Just to come shade me in the comments (huh) It's gettin' weird (lame a-) B-, I'm scared, admit it (ooh) You really probably wanna give me h-, let's get it (ooh) Shake like jelly, but it's thick, Jiffy (baow, baow) Go to the bathroom, yeah (yeah), quickie, lick me (yeah) B-, I'm rich (rich) Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-rich (rich) My bankroll thick-thick-thick (ah) All of these h- so pi-pi-pissed (hey) Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish (hmm) How many more n- can I make tricks? (Tricks) How many more stories they gon' spin? (Hey) How many more plaques me and Chose finna get? (Hey) What's up, friend? (Hey) What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?) What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki) What's up, Lisa? D-, I want all three (come here) Ooh, Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy, Ashley) I get h- when she walk past me (look at that) 'Cause she thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she made me stutter And her friends, they thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick) Thi-thi-thi-thi-, I want all of 'em I like Lex 'cause she bad I like Lauren, I like Jas Shorty sneaky, thought she was slim 'Til I seen her from the back She got thi-thi-thi-thi-thighs Shorty be thi-thi-thi-thi-thick She got w-w-w-w-wet Made 'em all ptt-ptt-ptt-ptt, chick Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose (Yeah, it's me, uh, mmm, yeah)
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Justin Seth Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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