big bodied butter face (Remix) (Remix)

applying this equation f(t) = \sum_{n=1}^{\infty} A_n \sin(2\pi f_n t + \phi_n), 97 BPM, male Southern drawl accent rapper, Southern male rapper

V6-MINI

[Verse]
Look, I don't need a girl who can solve for X or Y (no cap)
Give me someone who looks at a map and asks why (where we at?)
I want that heavy chassis, that seismic shift when she walk
That low-frequency rumble, that wide-frame talk (big body)
If the silhouette is curving like a highway in the rain
And the chest is oscillating, causing mental strain
I'm talking tectonic plates, shaking when she breathe
A little bit of chaos, something for the soul to retrieve
And the face? Man, let the profile be wild
A bridge like a mountain, that distinct kind of style
Don't filter the features, don't straighten the line
I like the geometry weird, that's the kind of design
Now let's talk about the gaze, the wandering eye
Looking left while she's right, like a glitch in the sky
Crossed vision, blurred lines, staring at two different spots
That's the kind of static that hits all the right spots
If you're looking at me and the wall at the same damn time
And the chest is bouncing heavy, then you're perfectly prime
Step right up to the velvet rope, leave the logic at the door
I don't want a debate, I don't want a lecture anymore
Keep the valedictorian, keep the girl with the plan
I need a void in the headspace, a little bit of a fan
Who can't spell a word but can rock a dress with a sway
Who forgets where she's going but stays for the whole damn day
(Lowkey)
Yeah, she's a beautiful blank slate, no thoughts in the dome
A little bit of static, a little bit of white noise home
If the IQ is dipping, if the logic is thin
That's where the real attraction and the magic begin (bet)
I see the high credit score and I instantly yawn
That kind of stability is a bore, it's a yawn (mid)
Give me the girl who can't balance a check or a thought
Who's lost in the sauce, who's caught in the knot
Helpless in the headlights, hopeless in the rain
A little bit of stupid to numb all the mental pain
(Wait)
Now don't get it twisted, I ain't looking for a peer
I'm looking for a vibe that makes the intellect disappear
If you're a cross-eyed beauty with the curves of a dream
You're the leading lady, you're the head of the team
(Step up)
Step right up, bring the noise, bring the blank stare
A little bit of vacant, a little bit of unfair
I'm talking heavy-set frames and a mind like a cloud
Where the silence is heavy and the beauty is loud
(Yeah)
No degrees, no honors, no academic pride
Just a beautiful ride with nothing inside
(Nothing inside!)

[Chorus]
I need the heavy weight, the jiggly, the wide-frame flow
Where the eyes go wandering and the intellect's low
Cross-eyed, chest high, step right up to the line
If you're hopeless and stupid, baby, you're perfectly mine
No 4.0, no credit score, just a blank-space stare
High-key helpless, low-key beauty, a rare kind of flare
Step right up, step right up, if the vision is blurred
You're exactly my type, baby, mark my word
(Mark my word)

[Verse]
(Flow switch: Faster, choppy, percussive)
Listen, I'm allergic to the smart talk, allergic to the wit
If you're quoting a book, then you're simply not it (not it!)
I want the girl who forgets how to open the door
Who looks at a mirror and asks who she's looking for
Give me that vacant look, that 'where am I?' vibe
The kind of simplicity that the elites can't describe
I'm talking real-deal dizzy, a little bit of a haze
Walking in circles for three whole days
(Hahaha)
And the body gotta match that mental vacancy
Thick in the trunk, that's a physical complacency

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08s kick in slow, atmospheric pads swelling in the background) (Deep voice, slow cadence) Check the specs, check the stats I ain't looking for a resume, baby Keep your diploma, keep your 4.0 I need that raw energy (Low hum) Yeah... just step right up (Echo) Step right up... [Verse] Look, I don't need a girl who can solve for X or Y (no cap) Give me someone who looks at a map and asks why (where we at?) I want that heavy chassis, that seismic shift when she walk That low-frequency rumble, that wide-frame talk (big body) If the silhouette is curving like a highway in the rain And the chest is oscillating, causing mental strain I'm talking tectonic plates, shaking when she breathe A little bit of chaos, something for the soul to retrieve And the face? Man, let the profile be wild A bridge like a mountain, that distinct kind of style Don't filter the features, don't straighten the line I like the geometry weird, that's the kind of design Now let's talk about the gaze, the wandering eye Looking left while she's right, like a glitch in the sky Crossed vision, blurred lines, staring at two different spots That's the kind of static that hits all the right spots If you're looking at me and the wall at the same damn time And the chest is bouncing heavy, then you're perfectly prime Step right up to the velvet rope, leave the logic at the door I don't want a debate, I don't want a lecture anymore Keep the valedictorian, keep the girl with the plan I need a void in the headspace, a little bit of a fan Who can't spell a word but can rock a dress with a sway Who forgets where she's going but stays for the whole damn day (Lowkey) Yeah, she's a beautiful blank slate, no thoughts in the dome A little bit of static, a little bit of white noise home If the IQ is dipping, if the logic is thin That's where the real attraction and the magic begin (bet) I see the high credit score and I instantly yawn That kind of stability is a bore, it's a yawn (mid) Give me the girl who can't balance a check or a thought Who's lost in the sauce, who's caught in the knot Helpless in the headlights, hopeless in the rain A little bit of stupid to numb all the mental pain (Wait) Now don't get it twisted, I ain't looking for a peer I'm looking for a vibe that makes the intellect disappear If you're a cross-eyed beauty with the curves of a dream You're the leading lady, you're the head of the team (Step up) Step right up, bring the noise, bring the blank stare A little bit of vacant, a little bit of unfair I'm talking heavy-set frames and a mind like a cloud Where the silence is heavy and the beauty is loud (Yeah) No degrees, no honors, no academic pride Just a beautiful ride with nothing inside (Nothing inside!) [Chorus] I need the heavy weight, the jiggly, the wide-frame flow Where the eyes go wandering and the intellect's low Cross-eyed, chest high, step right up to the line If you're hopeless and stupid, baby, you're perfectly mine No 4.0, no credit score, just a blank-space stare High-key helpless, low-key beauty, a rare kind of flare Step right up, step right up, if the vision is blurred You're exactly my type, baby, mark my word (Mark my word) [Verse] (Flow switch: Faster, choppy, percussive) Listen, I'm allergic to the smart talk, allergic to the wit If you're quoting a book, then you're simply not it (not it!) I want the girl who forgets how to open the door Who looks at a mirror and asks who she's looking for Give me that vacant look, that 'where am I?' vibe The kind of simplicity that the elites can't describe I'm talking real-deal dizzy, a little bit of a haze Walking in circles for three whole days (Hahaha) And the body gotta match that mental vacancy Thick in the trunk, that's a physical complacency

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