Ludacris - Fatty Girl lyrics
(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray) Na na na gonna have a good time Na na na gonna have a good time Hey hey hey [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 pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher Sweet street pusher give me that gusher.. nasty stuff Looker I took her..ran out of liquor... (time to re-up) Here comes her n***a (who give's 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 times of the essence Make em undress in less then 3 seconds So who*e's keep steppin who*e's keep slobbin Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin Thieves keep robbin get two in yo bu*t three to yo 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 Risky and clean crispy of creams You lookin mighty fine in them jeans [Chorus:] All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (who, me?) You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (what do ya mean?) It means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (fat as a b**h) Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl [LL Cool J] International baller baby... Young birds in the coupe goin (Papi tell me if you don't feel me) Easy.. I feel greasy when you squeeze me (Cause de blood claat talk can do if 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 claiming they glocks but really dillingers Get it?.. glock dillingers I'm big you small.. more nuts on yo 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 .. its like a scene out of player's magazine Let them other cats holla.. L will make you scream [Chorus] [Keith Murray] This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods To the chicks who don't and its still all good Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8 You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it Goodness gracious good god almighty You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody Toes all painted .. feet all out Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin Cater to yo every fantasy You got the tongue cli*oris tits and belly pierced necklace around yo waist toe rings Girl do yo thing I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary Girl you don't know what you do to me 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]