Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

Girl ya like a cinabun, so sweet
From the thighs to the cheek, sex on the
Check the size of my
me da butcha

Ludacris dingaling seat smusha
Sweet pusha gimme that gusha
stuff look up I took her
Ran out of liquor time to

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

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

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

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

Friskier dream crispy or
Ya lookin' mighty in them jeans

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

International balla echie young birds in the goin' echie
(Papi tell me if you don't me)
I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Stop the talk, papi, do what want, please me)

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

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

Still no competition, still flow 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. ya scream
(Ooh)

All you brothas want a 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, fatty girl, girl
(Fat as a bitch)
girl, fatty girl, fatty girl

Welcome home

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 soon get it stay hard workin' at it

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

Juicy, chunky, stanky,
Guts slappin', balls flappin' hit into your fantasy
You got your tongue, clitoris, and belly pierced
(All that)
Necklace around your waist, toe 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
you don't know what you do to me
(Lord mercy)

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

We gas up like 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 a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(What she mean?)
means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty