Скачать или смотреть Well Endowed (The Size) // Original AI Music (lyrics in the description)

Woke up this mornin’, couldn’t find my jeans
Third leg done staged a full coup d’état, know what I mean?
Zipper said “Nah fam, I’m clockin’ out”
Button flew across the room, took a mirror out
Postman rang twice, then rang again
Left a note: “Signature required for this anaconda, my friend”
Tried to stuff it in sweats, that was a joke
Looked like I smuggled a traffic cone and a baby goat
It’s the siiiiiiiize, motherfucker, yeah the siiiiiiiize
Swingin’ like a wrecking ball between my thighs
It’s the siiiiiiiize, good lord, the siiiiiiiize
Got its own gravitational pull and bedroom alibis
When I walk the floorboards scream “Jesus Christ!”
Yeah it’s the siiiiiiiize, baby, the siiiiiiiize
Doctor said “Drop your drawers,” then dropped his chart
Took one look and had a full cardiovascular restart
Nurse walked in, dropped her coffee cup
Mouthed “I quit” and just straight backed the fuck up
Tried to sit on the subway, bad career move
Cleared three rows, somebody yelled “Sir, that’s a weapon, prove
You got a license for that third leg you packin’?”
I said “Yeah bruh, concealed carry—call it monster cock taxin’”
It’s the siiiiiiiize, motherfucker, yeah the siiiiiiiize
Make the preacher blush and the devil close his eyes
It’s the siiiiiiiize, sweet baby, the siiiiiiiize
One look and your girl forgets your name and apologizes
Ooh-wee, that meat, swingin’ low, sweet chariot of beef
Doo-doo, that heat, third leg longer than a biblical thief
Bap-bap-ba-doo, hangin’ left, hangin’ loose
Got a forehead vein lookin’ like a Canada goose
Tried yoga once, downward dog went wrong
Instructor screamed “That’s not a prop—sir, put that thing back in its thong!”
Tinder bio just says “Bring a ruler and faith”
Matches reply “I brought both… and a search-and-rescue team, just in case”
It’s got its own weather system, low pressure zone
When it rains it pours, call that motherfucker a trombone
Can I get an “Oh lawd” for the pendulum swing?
Can I get a “Hallelujah” for the third leg king?
It knocks on the door before I even arrive
By the time I walk in she already testified
It’s the sah-yeeez! (sah-yeeez!)
Slappin’ knees and changin’ lives!
It’s the sah-yeeez! (Lord!)
Got its own area code—555-HANGIN-FIVE!
It’s the sah-yeeez!
Beat the devil in a fiddlin’ contest twice!
One more time for the sinners in the back—
Yeah it’s the mothafuckin’ sah-yeeez!
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiize…
BWOMP-BWOMP… splat
…sorry about your ceiling fan, ma’am.