This is a song about "Big booty hoes"

Live from the lamont's rose

Bought the dope and have hoes

We out here chasin hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,

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