Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

Ludacris king dingaling seat
Sweet street pusha gimme that
Nasty stuff look up I her
Ran out of time to re-up

Her comes her who gives a fuck
Rap fame and plat thangs they can't
I mack and pack thangs
And act

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

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

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

Friskier crispy or cream
Ya lookin' mighty fine in them

All you brothas a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You I gotta 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

International balla echie young birds in the coupe echie
(Papi tell me if you feel me)
Easy I feel greasy when you me
(Stop the talk, papi, do what want, please me)

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

Get it glock I'm big you small
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

Still no competition, still flow nigga
(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. ya scream
(Ooh)

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

Welcome Murray

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

Goodness good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl don't hurt
all painted feet all out
It's a for the mall without a doubt

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

I in them jeans your shape is beautiful
And I'm for you by you fubu
(Bitch you the name)
Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci and Mary
Girl you know what you do to me
(Lord mercy)

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

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

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