360 - In Da Chub lyrics
[360 - In Da Chub lyrics]
Ha ha, yeah! It's 360
Forthwrite, '60 Cent i like 'em fat
Yo fatty, eat some more cake
And when it comes to food that's your forte
Never skip dessert unless it's a sorbet
I know that you don't give
A fuck because it's gourmet
You can find me up at
Smorgy's lookin' for an orgy
Searchin' for a fat-arse girl
That's over forty handing out my digit's
I'm gettin' 'em to call me
I'll go and give 'em cards
If I'm really feelin' horny
Yeah, Weapon X and Ken Hell
A-Style, Forthwrite
I like fatties with attitude
With boulders for tit's
Where you don't need to raise your voice
You control her with chips
After you roll 'em in dips, they're so fat
That you face the sun holding their
Hips to cause a solar eclipse
Yeah, I like girls the obese type
Who don't eat right
With steamed rice but deep-fry
Their meat pies
On week nights they go shopping for Levi's
But they know their jean size
Is way over three-five
Always moody, they're too huge to be nice
Legs are so big they wear
Boob tubes as knee highs
Let's get it straight, yo
I feed force 'em lemonade
Better than the featherweights who
Never takin' Jenny Craig
And if your girl's fat
There's no need to be whipped
All you need is full cream and
It needs to be whipped
If you get the booty goin'
Grab the keys to your whip
Fatties like it rough, homie, yo
They need to be whipped
And I like it when their
Chin's saggin' below their titties
You know that '60 likes 'em
Over fifty like Oprah Winfrey
This one fatty fucked up her bandwidth
She went insane, tried to download a sandwich
What the fuck? I get 'em
Off the weight program
'Cause they ate smoked ham
Like the great Rosanne
I know there's a high rate of spike rape
But me? Fuck drugs
I spike 'em with carbohydrates
I love fat booty as big as Denmark
They're so fat on trains
They purchase two Metcards
Yeah, I said the best arse is kept large
But fuck J-Lo, yo
I get hard for stretchmarks
What? (Fuckin' fatties)
Fatties, come to me (yeah)
Forthwrite, '60 Cent i like 'em fat
Yo fatty, eat some more cake
And when it comes to food that's your forte
Never skip dessert unless it's a sorbet
I know that you don't give
A fuck because it's gourmet
You can find me up at
Smorgy's lookin' for an orgy
Searchin' for a fat-arse girl
That's over forty handing out my digit's
I'm gettin' 'em to call me
I'll go and give 'em cards
If I'm really feelin' horny
Yeah, Weapon X and Ken Hell
A-Style, Forthwrite
I like fatties with attitude
With boulders for tit's
Where you don't need to raise your voice
You control her with chips
After you roll 'em in dips, they're so fat
That you face the sun holding their
Hips to cause a solar eclipse
Yeah, I like girls the obese type
Who don't eat right
With steamed rice but deep-fry
Their meat pies
On week nights they go shopping for Levi's
But they know their jean size
Is way over three-five
Always moody, they're too huge to be nice
Legs are so big they wear
Boob tubes as knee highs
Let's get it straight, yo
I feed force 'em lemonade
Better than the featherweights who
Never takin' Jenny Craig
And if your girl's fat
There's no need to be whipped
All you need is full cream and
It needs to be whipped
If you get the booty goin'
Grab the keys to your whip
Fatties like it rough, homie, yo
They need to be whipped
And I like it when their
Chin's saggin' below their titties
You know that '60 likes 'em
Over fifty like Oprah Winfrey
This one fatty fucked up her bandwidth
She went insane, tried to download a sandwich
What the fuck? I get 'em
Off the weight program
'Cause they ate smoked ham
Like the great Rosanne
I know there's a high rate of spike rape
But me? Fuck drugs
I spike 'em with carbohydrates
I love fat booty as big as Denmark
They're so fat on trains
They purchase two Metcards
Yeah, I said the best arse is kept large
But fuck J-Lo, yo
I get hard for stretchmarks
What? (Fuckin' fatties)
Fatties, come to me (yeah)