Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

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

Her comes her nigga who gives a
Rap fame and plat thangs they hang
I mack dames and thangs
And act

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

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

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

Friskier dream or cream
Ya lookin' mighty in them jeans

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

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

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

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

Still no competition, still flow listen
(I'm not suppose to do 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 want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(What she mean?)
means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, girl

Welcome Murray

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

Goodness gracious God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl hurt nobody
Toes all painted 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 around your waist, toe rings girl do your

I mean in them jeans your shape is
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 it when she walks by tongues hang out
pop out the socket
Cats cringe a point
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see thing from 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 and went to Heaven, you got a fatty girl

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