Letra de THIQUE - Beyoncé

Ass getting bigger

Racks getting bigger

Cash getting larger

He thought he was loving me good, I told him, "Go harder"

She thought she was killing that shit, I told her, "Go harder"

Just look at this alkaline wrist 'cause I got that water

Ass getting thicker

Cash getting thicker (Thicker, thicker)

That's that thick, that's that real shit

That's that jelly, baby, champagne and cherry, baby

That's that thick, that's that ball drop

That's that keep going, that's that never stop

That's that thick, that's that na-na, that oochie coochie, la-la

Yeah, this that Fiji agua, candy girl, piñata

Hit it in the car and take you back to the casa

Bet I got you rock now, that thick all over that yacht now

Uh, that's that Freaknik, that's that 1996

That's that moon Miami bass, twelve in the trunk, 808

Uh, that's that Castro, eat that shit like Maestro's

She say she on a diet, girl, you better not lose that ass, though

That's that thick, that's that real shit

That's that jelly, nigga, that's that really, nigga

That's that thick, that's that ball drop

That's that keep going, that's that never stop

Baby, that's that thick

That's that thick

Baby, that's that thick

That's that thick

Look at this shit

Ooh, that's that strawberry, that's that grape and cherry

Ooh, this that Ginsu, cut that bitch like culinary

Ooh, that's the bounce, spend my money, make it count

If it's lost, then it get found, just keep dropping that shit down

That's that summer, that's them Hummers

That's that, "Girl, give me your number"

That's that Jordy, that's that scholar, that I just got out of college

That's that "I don't do this usually," "I don't know what you do to me"

That "I don't do this usually," "I don't know what you do to me"

Boy, you crazy, body mean, back it up like limousine

You gotta make a fold out to fit a magazine, right

Girl, look at your body, right

Boy, take this in slow, don't let go

Tell me how bad you been wanting it

And hurry up, quick, 'fore the moment ends

I like what I hear, might be sleeping in

Screaming, "Beyoncé," chocolate ounces

Sit on that, bounce it, bounce it

Ass getting thicker

Cash getting thicker

Cash getting larger

He thought he was loving me good, I told him "Go harder" (Baby, that's that thick)

Thought she was killing that shit, I told her "Go harder" (That's that thick)

Look at this alkaline wrist 'cause I got that water (Baby, that's that thick)

Ass getting thicker (That's that thick)

Cash getting

Look at this shit

Oh, baby, come feel me

Oh, baby, I'm all up in your mind (It's all yours)

Come here, come here (Let's make love)

Make love to your mind (I'm all up in your mind)

Make love to you (Make love to your mind)

Close your eyes (I'm all up in your mind)

I'll breathe you in, I'll think your thoughts

I'll read your mind, I'll read your mind

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