Ludacris

Fatty Girl

Ludacris


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] 
In them jeans you got a 
Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x] 
Fat as a midge 
In them jeans you got a 
Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x] 

[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]