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Ooh, uh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, no, no, mh (ha, Childish Major)

Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy fuck
No tummy tuck, got the city shook,
I'll never be a beauty queen
More like a pudgy pageant princess
I'm not the girl who peaked at sixteen
In fact, I haven't peaked at all yet
And I
Pudgy little bird
Walkin' down the street
Doesn't give a peep
Doesn't give a peep
Pudgy little bird
Twiggy little feet
Pointy little beak
Pointy
wild
You can't touch us, we blow

Yeah we rushing em down
Yo bitch, she loving the sound, bitch it's Pudgy
Yeah, we be the goats 
Rocking this ice, we
ugly(Got ugly)
You started to want to slim down
Cause you thought you was pudgy
You avoided me cause of love see
(Love see)
You didn’t love yourself so you
Underneath my tree
Your pudgy face and bouncing belly 
It’s all good to me!

If I want you to have a six pack 
I’d save the cookiessss for me!!

Yeah Santa 
Oh
me 
Its the truth I wouldn't dare yea

My pockets be on extra pudgy 
Please don't stare yea
Getting to the money, money
What a year yea

To the money
Stand in line can't
Understand a thing at all
Maybe it's just me
So, you breakthrough the wall

Quarter size prepose
And in an instant no
Pudgy hands
What's the difference between me and you?
I'm not a pudgy cunt who bites
Off more than he can chew
Chatting brown I'll leave ye with a split lip
slack is back in action
I been eating these beats like a snack
So actually
My mind pudgy
My vibe muddy
My eyes dub thee
Attentive
Trend settuh ascent tip
light burn on

Sing to me, canary in a coalmine
Through your breasts with your breath, whisper me my lines
Sing to me, pudgy budgie it's your time
How
fucked all on your buddy (hiyah)
I'm not stoppin' shit until my pockets fat, on pudgy (pudgy pudge)
Push a pound of weed before you push a pound of buggy
on his ass like some Huggies ain't playing with you, but with my niggas I'm funny
Me and my niggas we eat pudgy
Chain round my neck, lets not get touchy
Pudgy young blonds with lobotomy eyes
Keep their fingers down their throat to attract all the guys
Who will drug them at bars and take them home
Babies, I want babies
Pudgy and sweet I knew they would complete me somehow
I want babies right now

I'm finally looking seventeen
But something's
Pudgy young blonds with lobotomy eyes
Keep their fingers down their throat to attract all the guys
Who will drug them at bars and take them home
Stark naked in front of my mirror
A pudgy person somehow did appear
Seems lately all I've eaten sugar and fat
It's getting obvious that's not where
kind of pudgy, got spots all on her face
From wearin' too much makeup, and she wasn't walkin' straight
She drove her daddy's car, she got a genuine
know I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, come on, you know (really really fat)
Don't you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who's fat?
you 'bout a kid I knew
A pudgy girl back in school
She had greasy hair and geeky glasses
Object of ridicule
The other day in the check out line
de loop flip flop Santa's got a new toy

If you're up a little late on Christmas Eve this year
And you're waiting for that pudgy person to appear
kind of pudgy, got spots all on her face
From wearin' too much makeup, and she wasn't walkin' straight
She drove her daddy's car, she got a genuine
laugh about
Hate your stinking, pudgy fingers on the neck
You're the King of America, but you're no Jeff Beck!

All:
I hate you!
H-A-T-E  Y-O-U!  H-A-T-E
Shakedown with
All of your might oh, baby, shakedown

Pudgy 12 year-olds in Union Jack shorts
Addicted to coffee-whitener and
Frankfurters and
Those boys who

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