Bloated Lyrics

Watch out bitch

Watch out bitch yeah

Watch out bitch

Watch out bitch yeah yeah

Watch out bitch I'm gonna blow up

(Aye, aye)

Yeah bitch I'm pretty blown up

(Aye, aye)

Head spinning and I cannot hold on

(Aye, aye)

Head spinning and I cannot hold on

Can't poop with clothes on

This shit is not small like a pecan

It's coming out real huge yeah in big chunks

It be Ricky Martin

It's coming out strong

This be deeper than crap

Man just call it Rick Ross

I'm blowing up so I better find a freaking toilet

(Yuh, yuh)

I'm blowing up so I better find a freaking toilet

(Hold up, wait)

Don't need no toilet

I can hold it

You know what I mean

Don't wanna get up

I won't go

To not cause a scene

Bathroom waving at me yuh

Pretending I don't really cena

Goddamn it was cheesecake

Fifteen dollars for a cheeseburger

It came with a lot and I don't know why

I'm not going to pay for it

We go to your block and find a good spot

So we can just poop on it

I be feeling like shit

The waiter be thick

I'm giving her tip uh huh

Man I cannot resist

Don't wanna exist

I need it out of my lil ass system

Please please no one get some

Oh God I need a big gut

Laxatives bitch are my big guns

Yeah yeah need a drink

Drink some agua yes please

I don't know what I'm saying

But I don't care what it means

Yeah yeah yeah

I'm blowing up so I better find a freaking toilet

(Yuh, yuh, wha)

I'm blowing up so I better find a freaking toilet

(Hold up)

Dress real nice just to end up with some doo doo

Sorry but the backseat is covered in some yoo-hoo

Please thank God that its gone it went poof poof

I be Quiñones and I ask what would you do

It's whatever cause I'm grabbing on her chi che

Get down do no sound with the

(Shush, shush)

Thought I saw a black figure with the

Voorhees pulled up to my block with the