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Fat Rabbit Lyrics

from Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment

"Fat Rabbit" is track #1 on the album Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment. It was written by Mosley, Timothy Z./bridges, Chris.
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I be that nigga named Ludi
A K S L O V A, L O V A
Fuck that shit, nigga what you wan say one time
South side let's ride, say what

And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Y'all drop shit like birds
Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served

Just lay it on down, just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That, that nigga Timbaland put down

Oh yes, let's get it on down
To the nitty grit
Don't have no time for the patient
'Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit

And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump
And just run baby run
I guess that they can't handle this

Brothers just to scandalous
If you don't wanna get freaked
Then get out my way
Like an ambulance, say what

Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real
Let death to the fake
And tell you boyfriend just to chill
Don't playa hate

Kick back relax
And just take off yo shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you
What I wants to do, yeah

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes
And get a surprise like in Crackerjacks

Punan' Don happy
Givin' up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin' there wit yo' butt out

And it's always in the back of my mind
Wherever the place, whenever the time
Even in College Park, after dark
I'ma get my sunshine

Closer than close, closer than most
Then I'm all up in ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast
And wing like Ms. Winner

And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
And put so much light in yo' life
I'll make the roaches scatter

The wetta the betta
I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya like I just met ya

Hot like a sauna
Get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack
Give a dog a bone Jack

Kick back relax
And just take off yo shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you
What I wants to do, yeah

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You don't know how bad I missed it
If it broke then don't fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit

Reminisce like Mary
I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie, you wanna be my hoochie
Better than my adversary

Don't be so scary
I never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up

So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
'Til I get to the coming side

Got you where I want yo ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
We be happy if we had more blunts to pass

Get done up and run up
And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to
I wake 'em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster

No worry, no hurry
No pain, no gain
Keep yo eyes on strain
'Cuz ain't a damn thing changed

Kick back, relax
And take off yo shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you
What I wants to do, yeah

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Phat rabbit, phat rabbit

Dirty South
Can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me

Dirty South
Can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me

Dirty South
Can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast

Songwriters
MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z./BRIDGES, CHRIS

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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