BBW Anthem lyrics

[Chorus: Dasgasdom3]
Got two fat b*tches on the couch, two BBW's
Peanut butter jelly on that pus*y like a crustable
Bou-bou-bounce on that di*k like she jumpable
She lickin' on my di*k like a motherf*ckin' lunchable
Eat the di*k good, spit it out like a beluga whale
Young n*gga going hammer time, Imma beat the nail
di*k so goddamn long, look like the oregon trail
She gon' fantasize about this di*k, like it's a fairy tale

[Verse 1: Dasgasdom3]
Wait, wait, what, what I say?
f*ck is a drive through, take a b*tch to the buffet
b*tch so goddamn hungry, she ate the f*ckin' plate
Try to handle salads, now she slappin' sh*t up out my face
Fee-fi-fo-fum, Dom, pleasе feed me
Fee-fi-fo-fum, the b*tch try to eat mе
She ain't vegetarian, the way she's slurpin' onto meat
She tryna' order more food, I'm askin' for the check please

[Chorus: Dasgasdom3]
Got two fat b*tches on the couch, two BBW's
Peanut butter jelly on that pus*y like a crustable
Bou-bou-bounce on that di*k like she jumpable
She lickin' on my di*k like a motherf*ckin' lunchable
Eat the di*k good, spit it out like a beluga whale
Young n*gga going hammer time, Imma beat the nail
di*k so goddamn long, look like the oregon trail
She gon' fantasize about this di*k, like it's a fairy tale
[Verse 2: Dasgasdom3]
Suffocating from them boobies, I cannot relax
We went in netflix and chill, sike the b*tch wanted snacks
This b*tch tried to put on Norbit, that's your twin b*tch, relax
Actually, get up on that treadmill and run them f*ckin' laps
Go ahead and run them f*ckin' meters, you get faster I'ma feed ya
Try to give a can of sprite, but now she want the whole liter
Goddamn b*tch, can you stop motherf*ckin' eatin'?
You gaining weight faster, then my hairline receding

[Chorus: Dasgasdom3]
Got two fat b*tches on the couch, two BBW's
Peanut butter jelly on that pus*y like a crustable
Bou-bou-bounce on that di*k like she jumpable
She lickin' on my di*k like a motherf*ckin' lunchable
Eat the di*k good, spit it out like a beluga whale
Young n*gga going hammer time, Imma beat the nail
di*k so goddamn long, look like the oregon trail
She gon' fantasize about this di*k, like it's a fairy tale

[Verse 3: Quandale Dingle]
Yeah, that lil' b*tch fantasizing about the di*k
Bend her ass over, I'ma give the b*tch my f*ckin' di*k
You don't wanna play with Quandy Wandy, yeah that's f*ckin' it
I'm the realest n*gga that there ever was and ever is
n*gga I'm sh*tin' and p*ssin', all on these b*tches
I f*ck a fat b*tch in Walmart, near the dishes
Two days later, my f*ckin' balls started itching
[Bridge: Quandale Dingle]
Hold up n*gga, I gotta get louder
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 4: Quandale Dingle]
See these hoes, they keep playin', with a young n*gga Quandy
f*ckin' on a mexican b*tch, her name is Juani
I'm f*ckin' on an asian b*tch, she's so horny
She lickin' on my meat, yes she lickin' my baloney
She finna eat my di*k up, like Matt Stonie
The pus*y's so creamy, you can call it macaroni
I'm f*ckin' on some robot pus*y, made by Sony
These b*tches call me sick as hell, call me karoni
I put the peanut butter and jelly all on my balls
I told her ''Get the f*ck down on your knees and lick it all''
Ohh, I heard you n*ggas in trouble, you better call Saul
Ohh, I heard that n*gga want the hand, you better walk off
The n*gga finna get the f*ckin' gun, Imma pop off
Get the bag above your head and n*gga Imma drop you off

[Outro]
Ha, goofy ahh Uncle Productions