F is for the fattys wearin my shit
(Do you want me to)
LUDACRIS
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
(I'M NOT SUPPOSE TO DO THIS TYPE OF THING I'M A CHRISTIAN)
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
KEITH 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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