Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

F is for the wearin' 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 dingaling seat smusha
Sweet street pusha gimme gusha
stuff look up I took her
Ran out of liquor to re-up

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

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

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

and crawlin' 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 hear a pimp

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, fatty
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta girl, fatty 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)
Easy I feel greasy when you me
(Stop the small talk, papi, do what want, me)

I'm talkin' down, how smothered in gravy, J be
Havin' young ladies like 380's
Lubricated silencer crushin' all
Cats 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)
like Brillo, cuttin' up my pillow
Got em' sayin, "hello" naked in a tub of

Still no competition, still nigga listen
(I'm not suppose to do this 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 want a fatty girl, girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
That means I 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 broads got a automatic for it
You'll soon get it just hard workin' at it

Goodness gracious good God
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 into every fantasy
You got your tongue, clitoris, tits and pierced
(All that)
Necklace around waist, toe rings girl do your thang

I mean in 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 by tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the
cringe a point like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see thing from the front

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

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