Fat girl (feat. the weekend riot)

Yeah, can I, can I get some snare
Snare in my headphones
Can I, I... I heard Eminem talking about it
I... I don't know what it means but I want it

We don't care about your weight
So baby don't you hesitate
Don't want diamonds and pearls, so sick of them girls
Keep grinding on me with them Crocs on your feet
Baby don't keep me waiting
Uh-uh, put your weight on me

Just a fat girl, don't you ever forget it
Never on a diet and I don't even regret it
Catch me at the drive thru rolling through in a Coop
Dropping dimes on that fast food
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday
I be snacking on that turkey all damn day
But I ain't unhealthy, you must be unhappy
Tryna tell me how to look, no that ain't happenin'
If you not my doctor, no I don't wanna talk
My body's my business, got that shit on lock
So boy don't be a dummy, fat don't equal ugly
When people don't believe me, yo I tell 'em smugly

Just a fat girl always up in the club
Dancing in my Crocs while I'm munching on a sub
Headed to the dance floor getting all sweaty
Not cause of the dancing, I'm just thinking about spaghetti
A cute boy staring from across the room
Shake my titties side to side, they go boom boom boom
Large and in charge, don't begin to describe it
Take me to your bedroom and we'll see if you survive it
Oh damn, I guess I got rejected
That's okay though, I don't feel disrespected
I know I'll find somebody else
Until then I'll be over here just feeling on myself

Feeling on myself, feeling on myself
I be over here just feeling on myself
Feeling on myself, feeling on myself
I be over here just feeling

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