Ludacris - Fatty Girl Lyrics
feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)Na na na gonna have a good timeNa na na gonna have a good timeHey hey hey[Ludacris]Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabunSo sweet from the thighs to the cheekSex on the beach check the size of my meatCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusherSweet street pusher give me that gusher.. nasty stuffLooker I took her..ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)Here comes her nigga (who give's a *****)Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hangI mack dames and pack thangs and act strangeJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stopTake it to the floor back up and then dropEffervescent.. time times of the essenceMake em undress in less then 3 secondsSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbinSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbinThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo nogginCreepin and crawlin I'm incognegcan't catch the balls then you in the wrong leagueLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walkShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talkRisky and clean crispy of creamsYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans[Chorus]In them jeans you got aFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]Fat as a midgeIn them jeans you got aFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x][LL Cool J]International baller baby...Young birds in the coupe goin(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)Easy.. I feel greasy when you squeeze me(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J beHavin young ladies bustin like 380'sLubricated silencers crushin all challengersGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingersGet it?.. glock dillingersI'm big you small.. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wallHair like brillo .. cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)***** in a tub of a jello.. still no competitionStill flow nigga listen(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)Amen .. its like a scene out of player's magazineLet them other cats holla.. L will make you scream[Chorus][Keith Murray]This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goodsTo the chicks who don't and its still all goodSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at itGoodness gracious good god almightyYou got a bodunka(?) dong girl don't hurt nobodyToes all painted .. feet all outHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubtJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappinCater to yo every fantasyYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly piercednecklace around yo waist toe ringsGirl do yo thingI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautifulAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticleWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and MaryGirl you don't know what you do to meAin't no doubt about it..When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummphYou can see that thang from the frontWe gas those up like full serviceand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee CurtisAnd when you shake it.. you rock my worldI done died and went to heaven.. you got a fatty girl[Chorus - repeat to the end
