Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

Ludacris dingaling seat smusha
Sweet street pusha that gusha
Nasty stuff look up I her
Ran out of liquor to re-up

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

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

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

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

Friskier crispy or cream
Ya lookin' fine in them jeans

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

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

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

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

Still no competition, 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 otha cats holla, L. A. make ya scream
(Ooh)

All you brothas want a girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(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, fatty girl, fatty

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 thickness for it
You'll soon get it just stay hard at it

gracious good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, don't hurt nobody
Toes all feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall a doubt

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

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

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

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

All you brothas want a 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