Big Butt Brody

Intro

Uh-huh, yeah

Ayy, oh—hey, hey

(Go on, Brody)

Verse

He strolls in slow, like a weekend sunrise

Jeans fit right, got that confident pride

Smiles split wide, everyone slides aside

When Brody moves through, the room rewrites the vibe

Shouts from the corner, claps like a drum

Ladies wink, fellas laugh, man, here he comes

Not about the flash, not about the brand

Just the way he carries it, like he owns the land

Pre-chorus

Turn the lights low, make a circle, make some space

Beat drops heavy, feel the bass, feel the bass

Everybody point, everybody grin (yeah)

When he walks by, you start again

Chorus

Big butt Brody, oh-oh, big butt Brody (oh-oh)

Big butt Brody, clap, clap, make it show-y (make it show-y)

Big butt Brody, hey-ya, everybody know-y (everybody know-y)

Big butt Brody, whoa—bring the party, go-y

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody, hey—(uh-huh)

Verse

He don't hustle for attention, he just owns the room

Comfort in his step like a melody in bloom

Snapbacks, leather jackets, an old-school tune

But it's that bounce in the rhythm that makes them swoon

Talk is friendly, jokes fly like confetti

He laughs like thunder, ain't nobody petty

He walks like dancing, talks like a boast

But he gives hugs like he's sharing toast

Pre-chorus

Move your feet close, feel the groove, feel the glow

Mirror on the wall says, ‘‘keep stealing the show’’

Whistles in the rafters, laughing with the crew (la-la)

When Brody spins, the night gets new

Chorus

Big butt Brody, oh-oh, big butt Brody (oh-oh)

Big butt Brody, clap, clap, make it show-y (make it show-y)

Big butt Brody, hey-ya, everybody know-y (everybody know-y)

Big butt Brody, whoa—bring the party, go-y

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody, hey—(come on)

Bridge

Call him out, call him round, call him king of the town

(Oh, oh) tongue-in-cheek and he never wears a frown

He'll shimmy past the doubts, clap past the shame

Turn your whisper to a cheer, turn your glance to a name

(ta-ta-touch) when he moves, (ta-ta-touch) when he smiles

(da-da-da) all the way down the aisle

He got that torque, he got that swing

He gets the room to sing—sing, sing

Chorus

Big butt Brody, oh-oh, big butt Brody (oh-oh)

Big butt Brody, clap, clap, make it show-y (make it show-y)

Big butt Brody, hey-ya, everybody know-y (everybody know-y)

Big butt Brody, whoa—bring the party, go-y

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody

Big butt Brody, big butt Brody, hey—(uh-huh)

Outro

Yeah, yeah, Brody—keep on, keep on

Big butt Brody, la-la, uh, alright

(Go on)