Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

F is for the fattys my shit
(Do you me to?)

Girl ya taste like a cinabun, so
From the thighs to the cheek, sex on the
Check the size of my
Call me da

Ludacris king dingaling smusha
street pusha gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff up I took her
Ran out of time to re-up

Her comes her nigga who a fuck
Rap and plat thangs they can't hang
I mack dames and thangs
And act

Dingalang oh no, they can't stop
Take it to tha floor, up and then drop
Efferfesent time, time of the
Make em' undress in less than 3

The whores steppin', whores keep slobbin'
Sex as a weapon clothes that I in
keep mobbin' thieves keep robbin'
Get 2 to ya butt 3 to ya

Creepin' and I'm incognege
Can't catch the balls then ya in the league
Let a dog and watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp

Friskier dream crispy or
Ya lookin' mighty fine in jeans

All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(Who me?)
You know I gotta girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty

International balla echie birds in the coupe goin' echie
(Papi tell me if you don't me)
Easy I feel greasy you squeeze me
(Stop the talk, papi, do what want, please me)

I'm talkin' down, how smothered in gravy, J be
young ladies bustin' like 380's
Lubricated silencer crushin' all
Cats be claimin' they glocks but really dilengers

Get it glock dilengers I'm big you
More nuts on ya face than graffiti on the
(Coochi)
Hair like Brillo, cuttin' up my
Got em' sayin, "hello" in a tub of jello

no competition, still flow nigga listen
(I'm not to do this type of thing, I'm a Christian)
Amen, it's like a out of playa's magazine
Let them otha holla, L. A. make ya scream
(Ooh)

All you brothas want a girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, girl, fatty girl

home Murray

This is in thought of broads who got the goods
For the who don't, ehh it's still all good
Some broads got a automatic for it
You'll soon get it just stay hard at it

gracious good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl don't hurt
Toes all feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall without a

Juicy, chunky, stanky,
Guts slappin', balls flappin' hit into your every
You got your tongue, clitoris, tits and pierced
(All that)
Necklace your waist, toe rings girl do your thang

I mean in them jeans your is beautiful
And I'm for you by you like
(Bitch you the name)
Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci and Mary
Girl you don't know you do to me
(Lord mercy)

Ain't no doubt about it she walks by tongues hang out
pop out the socket
Cats a point like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see that thing from the

We gas up like full service and
Keep em' like Kathy Lee Curtis
And you shake it you rock my world
I done died and went to Heaven, you got a girl

All you brothas a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, girl, fatty girl