Bilingual and Blond, My Tiquana Swan, Burnt to a crisp, I can't resist
Body thin and long, I don't see nothing wrong
You like Spanish Tile, You exercise with the miracle mile
Crossed legs and Skirt, You always skip desert
You say, you stay slim for your acting career, tight body, Big Ol' Rear
You get freaky when we out at night, I believe in you, you believe in crystal light
Hon, you sip from the golden cup, But you bore me, so your time is up.

Whacha Gonna Do?
When the Big Ol' Butt come for You?
I'd rather be 40 than pregnant true.
When he comes out of his hole he sounds like...
Hoo Dee Hoo!!!

You hold yourself well, You got a look and it's hard as hell
You got a temper to match, A slow dancer, but you like life fast
You build and destroy, You care for your men, and you eat your boys
Sometimes you act cold, Never, never do what your told
Your personalities dynamic, Your father's house is panoramic
Your mom, I don't know, she like latex, but she also like bow
It's like a family of mobster's, I order you steak, but you want the Reb Lobster,
You a little extreme, Love me long time, but I'm bored of your scene.

Whacha Gonna Do?
When the Big Ol' Butt come for You?
I'd rather be 40 than pregnant true.
When he comes out of his hole he sounds like...
Hoo Dee Hoo!!!

Aja West, you a looker, cause you look like a tramp or a hooker
You a real Smutopia, and before you know it, I'll be rope n' ya
You got mercedes benz pasties, Some call you scanless, some say your racy
You can get kind a routy, Jack a fool for his beat, and then your outy
You like cash, hash in your hooka, you spoiled like Veruca
Seems you always got a strap tan, You always postin on the elbow of a man
You hang outside the coffee shop, Cultivating your money crop
First two verse, metaphors for cities, But the last, it's straight about a bitty.

Whacha Gonna Do?
When the Big Ol' Butt come for You?
I'd rather be 40 than pregnant true.
When he comes out of his hole he sounds like...
Hoo Dee Hoo!!!