Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creepin' and crawlin' I'm
catch the balls then ya in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe and watch a pimp
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp

Friskier crispy or cream
Ya mighty fine in them jeans

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

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

I'm down, how smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies bustin' like
Lubricated silencer all challengers
Cats that be they glocks but really dilengers

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" 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 a scene out of playa's magazine
Let them otha cats holla, L. A. make ya
(Ooh)

All you brothas a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty 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, fatty girl, girl

home Murray

This is in thought of 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 get it just stay hard workin' at it

Goodness gracious good God
You got a badoonkadoon, girl don't nobody
all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the without a doubt

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

I mean in them your shape is beautiful
And I'm for you by you like
(Bitch you the name)
Oowwee Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci and
Girl you don't what you do to me
(Lord mercy)

Ain't no doubt about it when she by tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the
Cats cringe a point
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see that from the front

We gas those up full service and
Keep em' drunk Kathy Lee Curtis
And you shake it you rock 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?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, girl, fatty girl