Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

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

Her comes her nigga who a fuck
Rap fame and plat thangs they 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, of the essence
em' undress in less than 3 seconds

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

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

Friskier dream crispy or
Ya lookin' mighty fine in jeans

All you want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, 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 feel me)
Easy I greasy when you squeeze me
(Stop the small talk, papi, do what want, me)

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

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

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

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 gotta girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, girl

home Murray

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

Goodness gracious God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl hurt nobody
all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall without a

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

I mean in them your shape is beautiful
And I'm for you by you fubu
(Bitch you the name)
Oowwee Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci and
Girl you don't know 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 from the front

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

All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, 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)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, girl