LUDACRIS - Fatty Girl lyrics

rate me

F is for the fattys wearin my shit

(Do you want me to)


Girl ya taste like a cinabun

so sweet

from the thighs to the cheek

sex on the beach

check the size of my meat

call me da butcha

ludacris king dingaling seat smusha

sweet street pusha gimme that gusha

nasty stuff look up i took her

ran out of liqoir time to re-up

her comes her nigga who gives a fuck

rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang

i mack dames and pack thangs

and act strange

dingalang dangalang oh no they can't stop

take it to tha floor,back up and then drop

efferfesent time time of the essence

make em' undress in less than 3 seconds

the whores keep steppin', whores keep slobbin',

sex as a weapon clothes that i slept in

streets keep mobbin theives keep robbin

get 2 to ya butt 3 to ya nogin

creepin and crawlin i'm incognege

can't catch the balls then ya in the wrong league

let a dog breathe and watch a pimp walk

shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk

friskier dream crispy or cream

ya lookin mighty fine in them jeans

chorus 1

all you brothas want a fatty girl fatty girl fatty girl(who me)

you know i gotta fatty girl fatty girl fatty girl (what she mean)

that means i gotta fatty girl fatty girl fatty girl(fat as a bitch)

fatty girl fatty girl fatty girl

LL cool J

international balla ECHIE young birds in the coupe goin

ECHIE (papi tell me if you don't feel me)

easy i feel greasy when you squeeze me

(stop the small talk, papi, do what want, please me)

I'm talkin down how smothered in gravy, Cool J be,

havin young ladies bustin like 380's

lubricated silencer crushin all challengers

cats that be claimin they glocks but really dilengers

get it glock dilengers i'm big you small

more nuts on ya face than graffiti on the wall

(coochi) hair like brillo cuttin up my pillow

got em' sayin "hello" naked in a tub of jello

still no competition, still flow nigga listen


amen it's like a scene out of playa's magazine

let them otha cats holla L a make ya scream (OOOHHHHHH)

Repeat 1 1x

welcome home murray


this is in thought of those broads who got the goods

for the chicks who don't, ehhhh' it's still all good

some broads got a automatic thickness for it

you'll soon get it just stay hard workin at it

goodness graceous good god all mighty

you got a badoonkadoon GIRL DON'T HURT NOBODY

toes all painted feet all out

it's a aphrodesiac for the mall without a doubt

juicy, chunky, stanky, funky

guts slappin, balls flappin hit into your every fantasy

you got your tongue, clitoris, tits, and belly pierced, (all that)

necklace around your waist, toe rings girl do your thang

i mean in them jeans your shape is beautiful

and i'm for you by you like fubu (bitch you know the name)

oowwee jesus, jo-jo, k-ci, and mary

girl you don't know what you do to me (lord have mercy)

ain't no doubt about it when she walks by tongues hang out

eyes pop out the socket

cats cringe a point like (feeew)

(EMMMM) you can see that thing from the front

we gas those up like full service and

keep em' drunk like Kathy Lee Curtis

and when you shake it you rock my world

i done died and went to heaven you got a fatty girl


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