Areola - Tech N9ne, Makzilla, Krizz Kaliko

She told me to hit it and split it and get up off her

(Ease back) just a little softer

I’m the one that be drivin' them crazy, out of their brains

So give me a peak of your areola out of your Hanes

'Cause she got thighs on her, look at the size on her

Big ol' shake like she need fries on her

Wanna see ya in ya boustier (Swoop ya)

See ya in a group and say «Hey!»

Areola, stick 'em out

Don’t know what I’m talkin' 'bout

That circle around the skittle

In the middle you put in your mouth

But I love ya, baby (Hell naw!)

Titties, if they big or small

That’s what I’m talkin' 'bout

Now turn around and pull 'em out your bra

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

That shirt came off and showed a

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

That shirt came off, that bra came off that

Oooh!

Seen her lookin' prettier than Vogue

Tooken over by an unadulterated player

Way to get up in the middle

'Til I pan up at them jugs

Now I’m thinkin' about the little bitty circles

Decorated all around the nipple

With that badonk, it come with those tig ol' big o’s

You see your firm breasticles

I got a big ol' buddy inside of my skimmies, you need

Just thought that I would let you know

So if you want to

I can give you what you need

Just as long as you let me

Suck and touch on those titties, baby

I think that I am in love

With what’s put on these hooters

816, M-I-D-Dub

F-Y-I in the future

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

That shirt came off and showed a

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

That shirt came off, that bra came off that

Oooh!

Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off

Take the Vickie shit off

You know it popped off her

Now I know she ready to get it knocked off

Kissed the areola and she said that it’s gon' cost ya

I ain’t givin up the money, you know it

I’m a certified playa and I’m sumn' like a pimp

Ask ya mama

She could tell ya that Tecca Ninna’s a bonafide layer

Get ya walkin with a limp

And you know it got tore owa-owa up

Tecca Ninna hit and it swole owa-owa up

Never owa dove for the owa-owa butt

Owa yo, don’t you know I’m a owa-owa nut?

I made a song about your areola

Go on and let ya bra fall right off ya shoulders

If you ain’t got no titties, baby

You better hold up

(What is an areola?)

It’s the area around the nipple

Boy Makzilla made this official

Boy don’t trip, don’t pull your pistol

Know what I’m sayin?

Uh huh

(Huh?)

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

That shirt came off and showed a

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

Oooh!

Areola!

That shirt came off, that bra came off that

Oooh!

Yeah, 816 Boys

Grammy award winners

Come on, come on

Go on, pop out them areolas

Go on, pop out them areolas

Go on, pop out them areolas

Go on, pop out them areolas

Go on, pop out them areolas

Go on, pop out them areolas

Go on, pop out them areolas

Go on, pop out them areolas