You talk about you and only you
And the things that you do for you.
You say you're not a lean cuisine,
So I wanna see whatcha got on the menu.
Now if you think that you're the man,
The only man with an exterior you feel is superior,
Just give Miss B. a little peek
And see if you really can deliver.
Your tendencies are short,
My expectations are long.
And as I see it now,
There's not much to go on.
It seems you dug a hole
That you can't crawl out.
Now I truly see what you're all about.
Chorus
Don't brag about the diamond rings
Or the expensive clothes you wear.
'Cause I could care less for what you possess
And your attitude needs repair.
Don't brag about your body,baby,
And say that you're packin'a lot,
'Cause all I see,
Besides your big feet,
Is that you got big socks.
Let's just say that
There's something lacking,
A flea should'n have
The nerve to be bragging.
So pack up your little gift
And get to steppin',
Return it back
And put it in the kiddie section.
Full figured in a place that can deliever?
Ha ha,not from what I've seen.
I can't trance what's below your waist,
There's too much space
To be inside those jeans.
Chorus
Big socks,big socks,
I've got big socks,babe.
Big socks,big socks,
I've got big socks,babe.
Big socks,big socks,
I've got big socks,babe.
Big socks,big socks,
I've got big socks,babe.
Bye-bye,baby,bye-bye.
It's time to wave the white flag.
Now that the kitten has been let out the bag.
Chorus
(till fade)
Writer(s): Booker Chuckii
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