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Fatty Girl Lyrics By Ludacris Ll Cool J Keith Murray

    f is for all the fatties wearin my shit
    do you want me to uh yeah what
    uhh trackmasters fb entertainment
    yeah this how we gon’ do this uhh uhh ooh

    ludacris
    yo girl you taste like a cinnabun
    so sweet from the thighs to the cheek
    sex on the beach check the size of my meat call me the butcher
    ludacris king dingaling sheet smusher
    sweet street pusher give me that gusher
    nasty stuff look up i took her
    ran out of liquor time to reup
    here 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
    jangaling dangaling oh no they can’t stop
    take it to the floor back up and then drop
    effervescent time time’s of the essence
    make ’em undress in less than three seconds
    so whores keep steppin whores keep slobbin
    sex as a weapon clothes that i slept in
    streets keep mobbin thieves keep robbin
    get two in yoor butt three to your noggin
    creepin and crawlin i’m incogneg’
    can’t catch the balls then you in the wrong league
    let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk
    shut yo’ ass up when you hear a pimp talk
    friskier dreams krispier kremes
    you lookin mighty fine in them jeans

    hook
    all you brothers want a fatty girl fatty girl
    fatty girl who me
    you know i got a fatty girl fatty girl
    fatty girl what’s she mean
    ever since i got a fatty girl fatty girl
    fatty girl fat as a bitch
    fatty girl fatty girl
    fatty girl

    ll cool j overlaps hook
    uhh uhh hot fire hot
    step up and represent player international baller baby

    heeshy young birds in the coupe goin
    heeshy papi tell me if you don’t feel me
    easy i feel greasy when you squeeze me
    cut de blood claat talk and do what ya wan’ please me
    i’m talkin down home smothered in gravy cool j be
    havin young ladies bustin like 80’s
    lubricated silencers crushin all challengers
    gats that be claimin they glocks but really dillingers
    get it glock dillinger i’m big you small
    more nuts on your face than graffiti on the wall
    hair like brillo cuttin up my pillow
    got ’em sayin hello naked in a tub of a jello
    still no competition still flow nigga listen
    i’m not supposed to do this type of thing i’m a christian
    amen it’s like a scene out of player’s magazine
    let them other cats holla l’ll make you scream

    hook

    keith murray overlaps hook
    aiyyo welcome home murray

    yo this is in thought of those broads who got the goods
    to the chicks who don’t ehhhh it’s still all good
    some broads got an automatic thickness for eight
    you’ll soon get it just stay workin hard at it
    goodness gracious good god almighty
    you got a badonkadonk girl don’t hurt nobody
    toes all painted feet all out
    it’s an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt
    juicy chunky stanky funky
    gut slappin ball slappin cater to your every fantasy
    you got your tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced all that
    necklace around yo’ waist toe rings girl do yo’ thang
    i mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful
    and i’m for you by you like fubu bitch you know the name
    whoowee jesus jojo kci and mary
    girl you don’t know what you do to me lord have mercy
    ain’t no doubt about it when she walk by
    tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket bing
    cats cringe and point like pssh
    ummph you can see that thang from the front
    we gas those up like full service
    and keep ’em drunk like kathie lee curtis
    and when you shake it you rock my world
    i done died and went to heaven you got a fatty girl

    hook repeat to the end

    Artist: Ludacris Ll Cool J Keith Murray

    Year: 2001

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 408