Club Confessions

[Intro]
Lights dim, bass up
She bad, they hush
Hands high, no cuffs
She know what I want (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Shorty in the back, all arch, all attitude
Spill a little drink on her thighs, still hella cute
Hands on the knees, lil bounce like a preview
Turned around once, whole club yell "me too"
Tat on the hip, read it when she dip down
Friends on the side make it shake like a countdown
Talk with her eyes, say "prove that you bout it"
Drop in my lap, now the night gets crowded
[Chorus]
Big body, she a problem
Throw it up, then she drop it
Got the floor like a mosh pit
And she love when I talk slick (uh)
Big body, she a problem
Whole room tryna watch it
I just sit back, applaud it
Let it move, let it move, can't stop it (woah)
[Verse 2]
She don’t do love songs, she do late runs
Uber to the crib, hair tie, no lace front
Lip gloss smeared, say she "hate when it tastes good"
Then she climb back up, say "I’m playin’, boy, stay put"
Phone on mute, can’t ruin this sin
Nails in my back like she tryin’ to sign in
Smile on her face while she slidin’ that frame
Whisper in my ear, say "remember my name"
[Chorus]
Big body, she a problem
Throw it up, then she drop it
Got the floor like a mosh pit
And she love when I talk slick (talk slick)
Big body, she a problem
Whole room tryna watch it
I just sit back, applaud it
Let it move, let it move, can’t stop it (can’t stop it)

rap, Hard, glossy trap beat built around booming kicks, skittering hats, and a rubbery sub-bass line. Male vocals with a taunting, playful delivery; hook hits with stacked chant-style ad-libs and call-and-response crowd energy. Verses stay tight and percussive, backing track adds risers and bass drops to underline punchlines and transitions, perfect for packed club speakers.