Phat Butt Lyrics: Uh! Man. Stop playing with ‘em riot Yeah! Hatin’ bitches be angry Hatin’ bitches they ain’t me How the fuck I’m still chewin’ bitches in grey shorts and a plain tee Mad as fuck if I was them D&G and its custom Cuban link with a pink gem I’m the one who they pumpin’ Rap bitch on a pop chart Toastin’ bitches like Pop-Tarts You’s a flop bitch knock it off Where the champagne I’ma pop it off Bitch you know you ain’t like that Post a pic and he like that Fat butt with a back tat and I been bad like Mike Jack Talk a lot but ain’t saying shit I ain’t hear your song they ain’t playin’ it Sloppy hoes ‘gon chat the most if you make your bed better lay in it Name got the bitch gaggin’ Hit the bench I been tagged in Bitch you lost through the flag in Stay on a jet but ain’t laggin’ Got these bitches copyin’ my pose Got these bitches biting on my flows Like ballerinas keep ‘em on they toes And I really write like fuck a ghost Chanel bags and it’s cashmere Oh I see why they mad yeah (Oh I, Oh I) Bum bitches had a bad year Bitches stay on my Pauly D send em back home like the cabs here Sold half a milli on a mixtape Prolly more on a quick tape And it’s all real ain’t shit fake (Yup!) Never lucky I been blessed Queen said I’m the princess Been getting them big checks, in a big house, having rich sex Jamaican plug named Batman Pack smelling like trashcans Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pacman Niggas fucked but it ain’t many Lil’ body but my name heavy Baddest out you can ask Getty And I never lack ‘cuz I stay ready Fat butt pull my pants up Shakin’ ass got my bands up Her man callin’ and she mad as fuck Bitch be happy I don’t answer I see why they mad my hearticle We came from the four line to four times Grammy nominated Word. Fat butt pull my pants up Fat butt pull my pants up Fat butt pull my pants up Fat butt pull my Fat butt pull my Fat butt pull my pants up Fat butt pull my Fat Fat Fat Fat Fat but pull my pants up Fat but