Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

Ludacris king dingaling smusha
Sweet 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 fame and plat thangs they can't
I dames and pack thangs
And act

dangalang oh no, they can't stop
Take it to tha floor, back up and drop
Efferfesent time, of the essence
Make em' in less than 3 seconds

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

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

dream crispy or cream
Ya lookin' mighty fine in jeans

All you want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I fatty 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

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

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

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

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

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

home Murray

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

Goodness gracious God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, don't hurt nobody
Toes all painted 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)
around your waist, toe rings girl do your thang

I mean in them your shape is beautiful
And I'm for you by you like
(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 walks by hang out
Eyes pop out the
Cats a point like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see that thing the front

We gas those up like full and
em' drunk like Kathy Lee Curtis
And when you shake it you my world
I died and went to Heaven, you got a fatty girl

All you want 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 fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, girl