Fatty Girl Lyrics - Keith Murray

Na, na, na 

Gonna have a good time 

Na, na, na 

Gonna have a good time 

Hey, hey, hey 

F is for all the 

Fatties wearin' my shit 

(Do you want me to?) 

Uh, yeah, what? 

(Uh, Trackmasters 

FB, Entertainment) 

Yeah, this how 

We gon' do this 

(Uh, uh, ooh) 

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 nigga 

(Who gives 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 

Time's of the essence 

Make 'em undress in 

Less than three seconds 

So whores keep steppin' 

Whores keep slobbin' 

Sex as a weapon 

Clothes that I slept in 

Streets keep mobbin' 

Thieves keep robbin' 

Get two in your butt 

Three to your 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' as* up when 

You hear a pimp talk 

Friskier dreams 

Krispier Kremes 

You lookin' mighty 

Fine in them jeans 

[Chorus:] 

All you brothers want a 

Fatty girl, fatty girl 

Fatty girl, who me? 

You know I got a 

Fatty girl, fatty girl 

Fatty girl, what's she mean? 

Ever since I got a 

Fatty girl, fatty girl 

Fatty girl, fat as a b**** 

Fatty girl, fatty girl 

Fatty girl 

Uh uh hot fire hot 

(Step up and 

Represent player) 

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 three eighties 

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' (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 

It's like a scene out 

Of Player's magazine 

Let them other cats holla 

L'll make you scream 

[Chorus:] 

Aiyyo 

Welcome home Murray 

Yo, this is in thought 

Of those broads 

Who got the goods 

To the chicks who don't 

Eh 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 badoonka donk 

Girl don't hurt nobody 

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 clitoris 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 I'm "For you, by you" 

Like FUBU 

(B**** you know the name) 

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 

[Chorus:]