Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

king dingaling seat smusha
Sweet street 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 they can't hang
I mack and pack thangs
And act

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

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

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

Friskier crispy or cream
Ya lookin' mighty fine in them

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

International balla echie young in the coupe goin' echie
(Papi tell me if you feel me)
Easy I feel greasy when you me
(Stop the small talk, papi, do want, please me)

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

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

no competition, still flow nigga listen
(I'm not suppose to do this of thing, I'm a Christian)
Amen, it's like a scene out of playa's
Let otha 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, fatty girl, fatty
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, girl

Welcome Murray

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

gracious good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, don't hurt nobody
all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall a doubt

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

I mean in them jeans your shape is
And I'm for you by you fubu
(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 hang out
Eyes pop out the
Cats cringe a point
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see that thing the front

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

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