Keith Murray
Keith Murray - Fatty Girl songtekst
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F is for the fattys wearin' my shit [Incomprehensible] 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 liquor, time to re-up Here comes her nigga, who gives a fuck Rap fame an' plat thangs, they can't hang I mack dames an' pack thangs an' act strange Dingalang, dangalang, oh, no, they can't stop Take it to tha floor, back up an' then drop Effervescent 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' an' crawlin', I'm incognege Can't catch the balls? Then ya in the wrong league Let a dog breathe an' 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 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? An' that means I gotta fatty girl Fatty girl, fatty girl, fat as a bitch Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl International balla, baby, young birds in the coupe goin' “Papi, tell me if you don't feel me” Easy, I feel greasy when you squeeze me Stop the small talk, papi, and do what you want, please me I'm talkin' down how smothered in gravy, Cool J be Havin' young ladies bustin' like 380s Lubricated silencer, crushin' all challengers Cats that be claimin' they glocks but really dillingers Get it glock, dillingers, I'm big, you small More nuts on ya face than graffiti on the wall Coochie 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 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? An' that means I gotta fatty girl Fatty girl, fatty girl, fat as a bitch Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl This is in thought of those broads who got the goods For the chicks who don't, it's still all good Some broads got a automatic thickness for it You'll soon get it, just stay workin' hard at it Goodness gracious, good God Almighty You got a badoonkadoon, girl, don't hurt nobody Toes all painted, feet all out It's a aphrodisiac 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 an' belly pierced Necklace around your waist, toe rings, girl, do your thang I mean in them jeans, your shape is beautiful An' I'm for you, by you, like Fubu Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci an' Mary Girl, you don't know what you do to me Ain't no doubt about it when she walks by Tongues hang out, eyes pop out the socket Cats cringe a point like, “Feew” You can see that thing from the front We gas those up like full service An' keep em' drunk like Kathy Lee Curtis An' when you shake it, you rock my world I done died an' went to Heaven, you got a fatty girl 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? An' that means I gotta fatty girl Fatty girl, fatty girl, fat as a bitch Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl