Текст песни
Baby got sweet tooth, I'm sorry
I am not see-through, hard body!
Picking up pace
Hands on that waist
This is not read through, real life
This is not sight see, real heights
I do not give up
Route to that Big Cup
I flip it, I pack it
Got some goodies in a package
If I want it then brands send it
Next they're gonna give percentage
If it's good, I got it
If it's bad, I stop it
If it's hard, I made it
In my yard just sun bathing
It's a good Life
Been some good nights
Been some good days
Road to Heaven turnpike
Turn right here, I don't steer
I let Jesus take the wheel
I let God do some damage, like some Smash Bros with the family
Baby got sweet tooth, I'm sorry
I am not see-through, hard body!
Picking up pace
Hands on that waist
This is not read through, real life
This is not sight see, real heights
I do not give up
Route to that Big Cup