Ludacris Lyrics

Album: Unknown

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 nigga (who give's 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 times of the essence

 Make em undress in less then 3 seconds

 So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin

 Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin

 Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt 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 ass 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 bitch)

 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 nigga 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 clitoris 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]