Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

king dingaling seat smusha
Sweet street pusha gimme that
Nasty stuff up I took her
Ran out of liquor time to

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

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

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

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

Friskier dream or cream
Ya lookin' mighty fine in them

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

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

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

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

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

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

Welcome home

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 automatic for it
You'll soon get it just hard workin' at it

Goodness gracious good God
You got a badoonkadoon, don't hurt 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, and belly pierced
(All that)
around your waist, toe rings girl do your thang

I in them jeans 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 don't know you do to me
(Lord mercy)

Ain't no doubt about it when she walks by hang out
pop out the socket
Cats cringe a like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see thing 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 died and went to Heaven, you got a girl

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