Lyrics:
a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm
zoos
animals on the loose running confused
Move .. it’s Ludacris, get out my way
I make my own path , the rose on the concrete that wont fade never
on my dreams
I don't go to bed, but I make it rock steady
Can't sit still cause I move the block heavy
(I mean i'm always on the road like
You asking me
Hey Dummy
When they talk to yo like that
Shit ain't milk and honey
Thirty
Years and more of fighting back
For right to live ain't funny
How is it?
been moving lucrative
For bout as long as I been doing this
I think by now I should be used to it
Its ludacris all the foolishness niggas moving with
I'm
to floss
Lamb talk I'm the goat
You can tell by my exhaust
Skrt Skrt on yo bitch
Ride this dick til the wheels fall off
Beverly
Hills
In the Nose bleeds it
the booth
That would make it a little Ludacris if I forgot you too
Role models like J. Cole, to YZ, like Range Rove
Upchurch to down south, when Kid Rock
yeah that is that
Point blank period I'm getting racks and it make that boy furious
Brand new Tesla drive by itself lil bitch I ain't steering it
That
on
You gon' have some play
Play by night
I'ma have cash in the morning
Gang on site
So you already know we recording
Don't try my bro's got hands like
with another hit)
(Can we talk for a minute?)
(Girl, I want to know your name)
(Can we talk for a minute?)
(Girl, I want to know your name)
Yeah
Let it
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
Young bossy chick from the Chi in this bish
Cash make make go berserk in this bish
Ya man walk by hell yeah he got a whiff
Don’t try me whole crew
skin off love to peel it
Aye
This ain't a game
Pussy you can talk yo talk but I'm gon separate yo face
Graced
By the opposite of light
I love when they
Somebody ring the alarm
Somebody ring the alarm
You better run fore this gun get used off, no doubt
Be +Ludacris+ for you niggaz not to +Roll
Make hustle pay and we pray for good health
If dem wan talk make dem talk
I go rise if I fall
T'oba ti ni gbagbo
Gbogbo nkan t'ole l'oma soft
If I tell you to shut up, better do it (don't make me get on that, better do it)
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna shoot it (yeah, I ain't never wanna
out how a slaughter taste
Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face
'Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on
Collect my dough, make
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so
a nigga make me mad, you'll see
I nod my head in this bitch, them niggas gon' slide on yo' bitch ass for me
Bussdown Cartier, new Master P
My lil'
collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts
know I'll make em jump like Criss cross
Yeah, these hoes all talk, got a big mouth!
Huh
Big mouth! Big mouth
Big mouth! Big mouth
Big mouth! Big mouth
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
.jpg/204px-Ludacris_2008_(cropped).jpg "Ludacris")
Discuss these make the p talk by ludacris Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In