Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

Ludacris king dingaling smusha
Sweet pusha gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff look up I her
Ran out of time to re-up

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

Dingalang dangalang oh no, they stop
Take it to tha floor, back up and then
time, time of the essence
Make em' undress in less than 3

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

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 crispy or cream
Ya mighty fine in them jeans

All you brothas want a girl, fatty girl, fatty 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 echie young birds in the coupe goin' echie
(Papi me if you don't feel me)
Easy I feel when you squeeze me
(Stop the small talk, papi, do what want, me)

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

Get it glock dilengers I'm big you
More nuts on ya face than graffiti on the
(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 type of thing, I'm a Christian)
Amen, it's like a scene out of playa's
Let them cats holla, L. A. make ya scream
(Ooh)

All you want 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)
Fatty girl, girl, fatty girl

Welcome Murray

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

Goodness gracious God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, don't hurt nobody
Toes all feet all out
It's a for the mall without a doubt

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

I mean in them jeans shape is beautiful
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 about it when she walks by tongues out
pop out the socket
Cats cringe a like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see that from the front

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

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