Rozz Dyliams - Fat Dumb Bitch lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Fat Dumb Bitch lyrics]
Fucking pig nose floppy tit fat piece of
Shit bitch gets no love from me!
(Fat bitch, Fat bitch)
In-between both coasts as hell about how
You wanna dress and personify yourself
Your a low self esteem lover’s
Dream get a force
Fed diet of M&Ms that are only green
Until you got some dirty knees and
You know what I mean
Call your best friend over and have a tag
Team and by that I mean oral sex
I gets them to undress cause
I’m swinging it the best (uh)
The way that I’m swinging the track
Is so fatal I give it right to you right on
The kitchen table and
Bust this on your chin, eww
Bukkakе Bukkake and if that bitch
Is cocky she got’ get
Bеat down just like a fucking
Hockey puck in hockey
Right off of the corner to pick up
Another jiggle up under the button fly
Get me a mui tai I can’t believe my eyes
For once in life I’m the Casanova fly guy
It's like every time I be flipping it fast I
Be pulling on hair and be gripping on
Ass and they losing they
Back and attacking they
Ass and cervix with a damn baseball bat
I ain’t a gentleman and I do not gently
Enter your Indian reservation settlement
With my splinter
But, I go as deep as one and
Nuttin' in your eye for fun until
It’s running down your mouth and chug
It like you fucking love it
I'ma get the slut a nugget when
She want it I don't care
As long as I'm there with a
Passion don’t gotta meet the parents
After the deed I kick the bitch out the
Dwelling and if she start to talking shit
I get to bruising her melon and with
An open hand just like a pimp
And tell yo ass to get in
The shower you smell like shrimp
With a little soy sauce in the mix and your
Kind only good for a dick lick and
Droppin' and poppin' that pussy
That's right and
I'm chopping this 'caine up on your
Back bitch with no mirrors so it's
Just a bunch of bloody slashes
Yo I go to all these fucking Hip-Hop
Nights and it's the same thing
20 whack artists with their fat
Bitch baby mommas in the
Crowd with their demos tryna hand
Them out to me
Bitch take your ass to fucking Jenny Craig
I don't need your fucking outlet store coat
Wearing stinky ass anywhere near me
Plus, bitch you got a weave
Your not even black you
Gotta fucking take your ass
To church or something
Fucking Scientology office
Fuckin' get-get your shit evaluated
Fuckin uh get what-what do ya call that
UmI don't know but fuck all you
Shit bitch gets no love from me!
(Fat bitch, Fat bitch)
In-between both coasts as hell about how
You wanna dress and personify yourself
Your a low self esteem lover’s
Dream get a force
Fed diet of M&Ms that are only green
Until you got some dirty knees and
You know what I mean
Call your best friend over and have a tag
Team and by that I mean oral sex
I gets them to undress cause
I’m swinging it the best (uh)
The way that I’m swinging the track
Is so fatal I give it right to you right on
The kitchen table and
Bust this on your chin, eww
Bukkakе Bukkake and if that bitch
Is cocky she got’ get
Bеat down just like a fucking
Hockey puck in hockey
Right off of the corner to pick up
Another jiggle up under the button fly
Get me a mui tai I can’t believe my eyes
For once in life I’m the Casanova fly guy
It's like every time I be flipping it fast I
Be pulling on hair and be gripping on
Ass and they losing they
Back and attacking they
Ass and cervix with a damn baseball bat
I ain’t a gentleman and I do not gently
Enter your Indian reservation settlement
With my splinter
But, I go as deep as one and
Nuttin' in your eye for fun until
It’s running down your mouth and chug
It like you fucking love it
I'ma get the slut a nugget when
She want it I don't care
As long as I'm there with a
Passion don’t gotta meet the parents
After the deed I kick the bitch out the
Dwelling and if she start to talking shit
I get to bruising her melon and with
An open hand just like a pimp
And tell yo ass to get in
The shower you smell like shrimp
With a little soy sauce in the mix and your
Kind only good for a dick lick and
Droppin' and poppin' that pussy
That's right and
I'm chopping this 'caine up on your
Back bitch with no mirrors so it's
Just a bunch of bloody slashes
Yo I go to all these fucking Hip-Hop
Nights and it's the same thing
20 whack artists with their fat
Bitch baby mommas in the
Crowd with their demos tryna hand
Them out to me
Bitch take your ass to fucking Jenny Craig
I don't need your fucking outlet store coat
Wearing stinky ass anywhere near me
Plus, bitch you got a weave
Your not even black you
Gotta fucking take your ass
To church or something
Fucking Scientology office
Fuckin' get-get your shit evaluated
Fuckin uh get what-what do ya call that
UmI don't know but fuck all you