Its cuffin season
And now weve got a reason
To get a big boy, I need a big boy
Give me a big boy (Big, b-big, b-big, big boy)
Its cuffin season
And all the girls are leavin
To get a big boy (Big boy), I need a big boy (Big boy)
I want a big boy
[Verse 1: Keke Palmer]
I need a big boy w-wit polar bear arms
Keeps me warm in a winter snow storm
Wind chill is bitin but his jackets are zipped
He bring in my groceries in just one trip
Till the sun comes back, I need a big boy hottie
Makes his own heat with his big boy body
For the next three months, skinny boys is dead
Forget a six-pack, I need the whole damn keg
Big boy w-with a big ole back
A California king, refrigerator stacked
With steaks on steaks on steaks on steaks on steaks
Bu-bu-butter, bacon, cheese, and lasagna in the tray