F is for the fattys wearin' my shit (Do you want me to?) 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 Her 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 Dingalang dangalang oh no, they can't stop Take it to tha floor, back up and then drop Efferfesent 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' thieves keep robbin' Get 2 to ya butt 3 to ya nogin' Creepin' and crawlin' I'm incognege Can't catch the balls then ya in the wrong league Let a dog breathe and 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?) That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (Fat as a bitch) Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl International balla echie young birds in the coupe goin' echie (Papi tell me if you don't feel me) Easy I feel greasy when you squeeze me (Stop the small talk, papi, do what want, please me) I'm talkin' down, how smothered in gravy, Cool J be Havin' young ladies bustin' like 380's Lubricated silencer crushin' all challengers Cats that be claimin' they glocks but really dilengers Get it glock dilengers I'm big you small More nuts on ya face than graffiti on the wall (Coochi) 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 (Ooh) 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?) That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (Fat as a bitch) Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl Welcome home Murray This is in thought of those broads who got the goods For the chicks who don't, ehh it's still all good Some broads got a automatic thickness for it You'll soon get it just stay hard workin' 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 and belly pierced (All that) Necklace around your waist, toe rings girl do your thang I mean in them jeans your shape is beautiful And I'm for you by you like fubu (Bitch you know the name) Oowwee Jesus, Jo-Jo, 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 walks by tongues hang out Eyes pop out the socket Cats cringe a point like (Few) (Emmm) You can see that thing from the front We gas those up like full service and Keep em' drunk like Kathy Lee Curtis And when you shake it you rock my world I done died and 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?) That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (Fat as a bitch) Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl © SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; LL COOL J MUSIC; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; EKOP PUBLISHING; ENOT PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com