Fatty Girl lyrics

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 Ding-a-Ling sheet smusher

Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher

Nasty stuff - look up - I took her

Ran out of liquor (time to re-up!)

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

Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling 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

[Chorus]

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 Chorus]

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 380'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

[Chorus]

[Keith Murray - overlaps Chorus]

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 badoonka donk, 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)

Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo 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 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!

[Chorus] - repeat to the end