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ludacris - fatty girl (neptunes version) lyrics

[intro: pharrell williams]
come on
uh, oh, uh
uh, oh, uh
uh, oh, uh

[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-gg- (who gives a f-ck!)
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 wh-r-s keep steppin’ wh-r-s keep slobbin’
sex as a weapon, clothes that i slept in
streets keep mobbin’, thieves keep robbin’
get two in yoor b-tt, three to your noggin
creepin and crawlin, i’m incogneg’
can’t catch the b-lls then you in the wrong league
let a dog breathe, watch a pimp walk
shut yo’ -ss up when you hear a pimp talk
friskier dreams, krispier kremes
you lookin mighty fine in them jeans

[hook: pharrell williams]
in dem jeans u got a, fatty girl (uh), fatty girl (oh), fatty girl (uh)
in dem jeans u got a (come on), fatty girl (uh), fatty girl (oh), fatty girl (fat as a b-tch)
in dem jeans u got a, fatty girl (uh), fatty girl (oh), fatty girl (uh)
in dem jeans u got a (come on), fatty girl (uh), fatty girl (oh), fatty girl (fat as a b-tch)

[ll cool j]
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 (h-llo!) naked in a tub of a jello
still no competition, still flow n-gg- 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, ll make you scream

[keith 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 n-body!
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 cl-toris 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 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 (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: pharrell williams]
fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
in dem jeans u got a, fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (fat as a b-tch)
in dem jeans u got a, fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
in dem jeans u got a, fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl (fat as a b-tch)

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