Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friskier dream crispy or
Ya mighty fine in them jeans

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

International balla echie young birds in the coupe echie
(Papi tell me if you don't me)
Easy I feel greasy you squeeze me
(Stop the talk, papi, do what 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 claimin' they glocks but dilengers

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

no competition, still flow nigga listen
(I'm not suppose to do type of thing, I'm a Christian)
Amen, it's like a scene out of 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 fatty 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

Welcome home

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

Goodness gracious good God
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 into every fantasy
You got tongue, clitoris, tits and belly 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 like
(Bitch you the name)
Oowwee Jesus, Jo-Jo, and Mary
Girl you know what you do to me
(Lord mercy)

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

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

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