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Thicker Than a Snicker
(party rap — playful, not mean)

Hook
She walk in the function lookin’ thicker than a Snicker
Soft in the middle, still got that wicked figure
Ain’t no skinny-mini, she a whole damn dinner
Thicker than a Snicker, and the night just gettin’ bigger

Verse 1
Yo, she used to fit them jeans like they painted on tight
Now the zipper’s like “hold up, we fightin’ tonight”
Little extra in the hips, little extra in the smile
Still the finest in the room, got the whole crowd wild
She laugh when the scale talk, she don’t even blink
Just grab another plate and tell the DJ “raise the drinks”
That booty got a sequel, waist got a plot twist
Sexy with a snack pack — yeah, I’m on that list

Verse 2
Party lights hit her, she glow like a snack
Thick thighs in the booth, no need to hold back
She twerk with a jiggle, that’s extra production
Ain’t lose the sex appeal — she just added the function
Somebody said “you gainin’?” she said “gainin’ what?”
“Gaining more reasons for you to shut up”
Then she spin, laugh, grab the bottle by the neck
Thicker than a Snicker and still wreckin’ the set

Bridge
Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sloppy, talkin’ ‘bout stacked
A little more cushion for the pushin’ in fact
She cute with the cheeks, cute with the tease
Party girl energy, extra with ease

Hook
She walk in the function lookin’ thicker than a Snicker
Soft in the middle, still got that wicked figure
Ain’t no skinny-mini, she a whole damn dinner
Thicker than a Snicker, and the night just gettin’ bigger

Outro
Tell the bartender keep ‘em comin’
She thicker, she funnier, she still stunnin’
If that’s a “problem,” then the problem’s the room
‘Cause everybody lookin’ like “damn… who is she with the extra?”

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