we on right now Ha-ha, no need to get all hoes-tile Yeah! Whoo! Def Jam South baby, Disturbing Tha Peace Dazaphy-zy, Uncle Face Ludacris, uh, hoes I'
business 'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine Ah, ah, Timberland, Ludacris
threesome getcha buddy When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris
't know don't hurt With a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word, they got that word? Don't it smell so good
Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get
Go to sleep, hoe, go to sleep, hoe If you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, hoe Go to sleep, hoe, go to sleep, hoe If you're tired, be quiet and go
It ain't no one to trust but me And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And it ain't no choices 'cause it's cold outside And to my niggas
scared as fuck like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris
What the fuck's up? DTP in this mother fucker And for all ya'll that don't like it Do one thing, get the fuck back 'Cause all my niggas is ready Luda,
She said she's never done it, she said she's never tried She's sittin' there tellin' a motherfuckin' lie She said she's never done it, she said she's
got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell em how the south sound I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris
Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, here we go Talk about that word of Mouf baby Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go Ludacris, 4-Ize, D E what
Okay, I remember the days, high rights, low lefts Even Stevens and fades, troops, Lottos, and B K's Those was the days, high tech boots spray painted
States of America Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses Hailin' from the filthy, dirty South, where the kings lay Ludacris, disturbin'
tryna tell me somethin' Hard nipples, colder then ice-sicles Workin' it with my tounge, you can just tell me if it tickles Freaky deaky kinda sneaky, Ludacris
we go Talk about that word of mouf baby!! Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! here we go, here we go Ludacris, 4-ize, d.e. what you want now now now now [ludacris
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