Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

Ludacris king dingaling seat
Sweet street pusha gimme gusha
Nasty look up I took her
Ran out of liquor time to

Her her nigga who gives a fuck
Rap fame and plat thangs can't hang
I mack dames and pack
And act

Dingalang dangalang oh no, they stop
Take it to tha floor, up and then drop
Efferfesent time, time of the
Make em' undress in less than 3

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

Creepin' and crawlin' I'm
Can't the balls then ya in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe and watch a walk
yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk

Friskier crispy or cream
Ya lookin' mighty in them jeans

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

balla echie young birds in the coupe goin' echie
(Papi tell me if you feel me)
I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Stop the small talk, papi, do what want, me)

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

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

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

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

home Murray

This is in thought of those broads who got the
For the chicks who don't, ehh still all good
Some broads got a thickness for it
You'll soon get it just stay workin' at it

gracious good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl hurt nobody
all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall without a

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

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

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

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

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