Lyrics:
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
I remember back in the day there Wasn't social media no youtube or MP3s
Just browsing at the cds that you see maybe you will
90's album covers were
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
I'm with
All about the moola man
You can call me Julius
Braided up like Ludacris
Breaded up like who is this
Breaded up like
You can call me
Yo, check this out man. Who made the productions for the album, the featues, the shoutouts, all of those, albums coming soon, the whole nine.
Verse
Rudy Currence
And me, I go by the name of Ludacris, right
And it's a lot of people out there claim that their voices
Let me know the truth, Bossa is
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
unless I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game
Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern 'caine
My money's
in more laps than
Conscious what we're drinking, faded 'till the world end
Never see me blinking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I've been
nigga
What's up
What's up
Come on
My niggas too legit
Act a fool like Ludacris
If a nigga acting tough aim where his medulla is
They be on some stupid
Sandman
Damn, man, what the hell you smokin' on?
It's Ludacris, I got more cheese than provolone
And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone
a lil kid now Big Boy, outcast like three stacks
Laying all it in the Cadillac with a red bone
giving me dome my music on with the seats back
Ludacris
right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like 'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy wasn't fuckin with me
Now nigga get it on,
to present to you your album
Featurin myself, Joe Budden, hi haters
[Joe Budden]
The time is finally near, it's gettin closer I'm finally scared
(?) that
a bouqet
15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pass em
Watch the chamillion paint flop like Chingy's last album
Cocoa Chanelle frames on woodgrain
before, in my little snapshot album.
The night was dark and the hour was late,
She was kissing her boy by the garden gate,
Wouldn't she love to see page
(Ooh, ooh ooh)
How many nights I been tripping, I been ludicrous (Ludacris)
How many nights they been dreaming, they wish they were this (Ooh, ooh ooh)
Oh yeah you ain't heard by now i be sauced up
Been a real one too bad your nigga need to boss up bitch
New iPhone texting who is this
New iPhone text
so Ludacris
Still talking bout prevailing been cool wit this
Four-wheeling off of the ceiling
Surrounded by light
Man the sky been appealing
Not
we gon' wipe your nose
I call my plug Ludacris because he throwin' bows
Fuck snitches, we leave them in ditches if he ever told
If it ain't McLaren,
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
now Big Boy
Outcast like three stacks
Laying all it in the Cadillac
With a red bone giving
Me dome my music on with the seats back
Ludacris this is
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