[{"id":36206502,"name":"Fatty Girl (album)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (album)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (album)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":36831433,"name":"Fatty Girl (radio)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (radio)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (radio)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":39259970,"name":"Fatty Girl (radio)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (radio)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (radio)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 238324\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":38308533,"name":"Fatty Girl (radio)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (radio)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (radio)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":35417253,"name":"Fatty Girl (a cappella)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (a cappella)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (a cappella)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":35417263,"name":"Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":38332100,"name":"Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":37933370,"name":"Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LUDACRIS\nMiscellaneous\nFatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (Squeaky clean edit)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LUDACRIS\n  Miscellaneous\n  Fatty Girl\"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":29755225,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Ludacris","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Ludacris\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":10082345,"name":"Fatty Girl (Feat. LL Cool J & Keith Murray) (Clean)","trackName":"Fatty Girl (Feat. LL Cool J & Keith Murray) (Clean)","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Fatty Girl (Feat. LL Cool J & Keith Murray)","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl (Feat. LL Cool J & Keith Murray) (Clean)\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Fatty Girl (Feat. LL Cool J & Keith Murray)\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":31602416,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"The Neptunes Productions","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: The Neptunes Productions\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":20944431,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Stadium Series, Part 1: DJ Clue’s Mix Tapes for Dummies","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: 'Stadium Series, Part 1: DJ Clue’s Mix Tapes for Dummies'\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":16657664,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"The Good Life","duration":232.81125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: The Good Life\n  duration_ms: 232811\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":37293474,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Southpole Promo Vol. 5","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Southpole Promo Vol. 5\n  duration_ms: 198647\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":28883481,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Stadium Series, Part 1: DJ Clue’s Mix Tapes for Dummies","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: 'Stadium Series, Part 1: DJ Clue’s Mix Tapes for Dummies'\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":1850521,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris , LL Cool J & Keith Murray","albumName":"Fb Entertainment Presents: the Good Life [Clean]","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\nCan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nNecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nAnd keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris , LL Cool J & Keith Murray\n  album: 'Fb Entertainment Presents: the Good Life [Clean]'\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  Can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  Necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  And keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":1845884,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris, LL Cool J & Keith Murray","albumName":"FB Entertainment Presents: The Goodlife Album","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\nCan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nNecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nAnd keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris, LL Cool J & Keith Murray\n  album: 'FB Entertainment Presents: The Goodlife Album'\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  Can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  Necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  And keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":31177533,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"LL COOL J, Ludacris, Keith Murray","albumName":"Yeah Yeah U Know It","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\ncan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nnecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nand keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: LL COOL J, Ludacris, Keith Murray\n  album: Yeah Yeah U Know It\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":33763148,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris, LL Cool J & Keith Murray","albumName":"Volume 26","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\nCan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nNecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nAnd keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris, LL Cool J & Keith Murray\n  album: Volume 26\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  Can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  Necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  And keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"},{"id":34903828,"name":"Fatty Girl","trackName":"Fatty Girl","artistName":"Ludacris, LL Cool J, Keith Murray","albumName":"Stadium Series, Part 1: DJ Clue’s Mix Tapes for Dummies","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nNa na na gonna have a good time\nHey hey hey\n\n[Ludacris]\nYo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\nSo sweet from the thighs to the cheek\nSex on the beach check the size of my meat\nCall me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\nSweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\nLooker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\nHere comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\nRap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\nI mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\nJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\nTake it to the floor back up and then drop\nEffervescent. time times of the essence\nMake em undress in less then 3 seconds\nSo whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\nSex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\nThieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\nCreepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\nCan't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\nLet a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\nShut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\nRisky and clean crispy of creams\nYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n[Chorus]\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\nFat as a midge\nIn them jeans you got a\nFatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n[LL Cool J]\nInternational baller baby...\nYoung birds in the coupe goin\n(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\nEasy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\nI'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\nHavin young ladies bustin like 380's\nLubricated silencers crushin all challengers\nGats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\nGet it?. glock dillingers\nI'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\nHair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\nNaked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\nStill flow nigga listen\n(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\nAmen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\nLet them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Keith Murray]\nThis isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\nTo the chicks who don't and its still all good\nSome broads got an automatic thickness for 8\nYou'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\nGoodness gracious good god almighty\nYou got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\nToes all painted . feet all out\nHere's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\nJuicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\nCater to yo every fantasy\nYou got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\nNecklace around yo waist toe rings\nGirl do yo thing\nI mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\nAnd everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\nWhoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\nGirl you don't know what you do to me\nAin't no doubt about it.\nWhen she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\nYou can see that thang from the front\nWe gas those up like full service\nAnd keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\nAnd when you shake it. you rock my world\nI done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n[Chorus - repeat to the end]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fatty Girl\n  artist: Ludacris, LL Cool J, Keith Murray\n  album: 'Stadium Series, Part 1: DJ Clue’s Mix Tapes for Dummies'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)\n\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Na na na gonna have a good time\n  Hey hey hey\n\n  [Ludacris]\n  Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun\n  So sweet from the thighs to the cheek\n  Sex on the beach check the size of my meat\n  Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher\n  Sweet street pusher give me that gusher. nasty stuff\n  Looker I took her.ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)\n  Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)\n  Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang\n  I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange\n  Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop\n  Take it to the floor back up and then drop\n  Effervescent. time times of the essence\n  Make em undress in less then 3 seconds\n  So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin\n  Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin\n  Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin\n  Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg\n  Can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league\n  Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk\n  Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk\n  Risky and clean crispy of creams\n  You lookin mighty fine in them jeans\n\n  [Chorus]\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n  Fat as a midge\n  In them jeans you got a\n  Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]\n\n  [LL Cool J]\n  International baller baby...\n  Young birds in the coupe goin\n  (Papi tell me if you don't feel me)\n  Easy. I feel greasy when you squeeze me\n  (Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)\n  I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be\n  Havin young ladies bustin like 380's\n  Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers\n  Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers\n  Get it?. glock dillingers\n  I'm big you small. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall\n  Hair like brillo . cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)\n  Naked in a tub of a jello. still no competition\n  Still flow nigga listen\n  (I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)\n  Amen . its like a scene out of player's magazine\n  Let them other cats holla. L will make you scream\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Keith Murray]\n  This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods\n  To the chicks who don't and its still all good\n  Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8\n  You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it\n  Goodness gracious good god almighty\n  You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody\n  Toes all painted . feet all out\n  Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt\n  Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin\n  Cater to yo every fantasy\n  You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced\n  Necklace around yo waist toe rings\n  Girl do yo thing\n  I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful\n  And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle\n  Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary\n  Girl you don't know what you do to me\n  Ain't no doubt about it.\n  When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket\n  (BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph\n  You can see that thang from the front\n  We gas those up like full service\n  And keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis\n  And when you shake it. you rock my world\n  I done died and went to heaven. you got a fatty girl\n\n  [Chorus - repeat to the end]\n"}]