Fatty Acid

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Kalifa - Rap

Fatty Acid

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[Intro] Ayo, New York The sales is goin' down at Trader Hoe's, y'all (Yeah) Three ninety-nine a pound Eggplants, try one, get one free It's bananas [Verse 1] Dudes out here so Cheeto, they so Frito-Lay They grubby for the hubby, and I'm tasty tray Heard it through the grape vine that your boy is paid But naturally is how I like it made I see through you, see these dudes that you sweated Butter, butter pecan, but I can't catch it I'm all up in the kitchen They're just gettin' it slippin', tippin', pimpin', yup Summer trip, showing off the gains You know I always been the type to go against the grain Your fake processed Benzos a stain How you figure you can run up on my gravy train? Do I look like a piece of meat? They had us in the herd like cattle and sheep I'm sexy on the surface and that shit runs deep I'm sexy on the surface and that shit runs deep [Chorus] He just want me for my Fatty acid He just want your boy 'cause your boy's a classic Your boy's a classic, yup, your boy's a smash hit Never plastic, it must be magic Organic, he wanna have it Like a rabbit all up on my carrot Puttin' hella eggs all up in my basket All up in my shit, all up, all up in my shit He just want me for my Fat, fatty acid, for my fat, fatty acid For my fat, fatty acid, for my fat, fatty acid For my fat, fatty acid, for my fat, fatty acid For my fat (Fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty acid) [Verse 2] You got that big ol' booty, it's really cute, but, perro You just wanna eat and ain't got no dinero You blabbin' in these streets like you don't know it's ghetto We can kick it real quick, but it ain't nothin' special I might could take you home if you had dough for petrol If not, all I could do is swipe you on the metro You askin' for my number? Yeah, you can have my number It's zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero [Chorus] I just want you for your Fatty acid He just want your boy 'cause your boy's a classic Your boy's a classic, yup, your boy's a smash hit Never plastic, it must be magic Organic, he wanna have it Like a rabbit all up on my carrot Puttin' hella eggs all up in my basket All up in my shit, all up, all up in my shit I just want you for your Fat, fatty acid, for your fat, fatty acid For your fat, fatty acid, for your fat, fatty acid For your fat, fatty acid, for your fat, fatty acid For your fat, fatty acid (Fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty acid) [Verse 3] I had a dude in a Mexican internment camp 5K straight from Monterey and never goin' back He's workin' in the field all the live-long day Only thing keepin' him goin' is my ass is fat Your old bae wanna come over to my kickback Might give him a Visa 'cause he got swag He went and ordered up my seeds, my sense was wack I had to tell him fall back with all that Look at all these free-range chickenheads Ready to crawl in my bed, wanna see my wingspan Goddamn, I'm the man, line up for the can-cans Always got the juice, I'm never kickin' with no Spam, fam Unsaturated the fat Just wiggle it and jiggle it and ripple and clap Unsaturated the fat Just wiggle it and jiggle it and ripple and clap [Chorus] They want that Fatty acid He just want your boy 'cause your boy's a classic Your boy's a classic, yup, your boy's a smash hit Never plastic, it must be magic Organic, he wanna have it Like a rabbit all up on my carrot Puttin' hella eggs all up in my basket All up in my shit, all up, all up in my shit They just want your Fat, fatty acid, that fat, fatty acid That fat, fatty acid, that fat, fatty acid That fat, fatty acid, that fat, fatty acid (Fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty, fatty acid)

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  • Kalifa