Keith Murray - Fatty Girl lyrics

F is for all the Fatties wearin my sh**! (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 n***a (who gives a f**!) 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 who*es keep steppin who*es keep slobbin Sex as a weapon, clothes that I slept in Streets keep mobbin, thieves keep robbin Get two in yoor bu*t, 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' a** 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 b**h! 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 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 n***a 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 cli*oris 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 (b**h 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! [Hook] - repeat to the end