Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

Ludacris king dingaling smusha
Sweet street gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff look up I her
Ran out of liquor time to

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

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

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

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

Friskier dream or cream
Ya lookin' mighty fine in jeans

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

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 small talk, papi, do want, please me)

I'm talkin' down, how smothered in gravy, J be
Havin' young bustin' like 380's
Lubricated silencer all challengers
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, up my pillow
Got em' sayin, "hello" in a tub of jello

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

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

Welcome home

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

Goodness good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl don't nobody
all painted feet all out
It's a for the mall without a doubt

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

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

Ain't no about it when she walks by tongues hang out
pop out the socket
Cats cringe a like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see that thing 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 fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, girl