Lyrics:
the universe, make 'em move the verse
Through the Luda-verse, hit the boota first
You can never beat a hoe, lemme show you how to treat a hoe
If you liking me,
callin' me, baby
Keep callin' me, callin' me
M-J-B
Luda! I ain't lying, I think I'm in love wit a grown woman
She stay stunnin'
Got sweet lovin'
and the crispy G's
Moet, Cris on freeze
Laugh at a tab 'cause this on me
Me and Luda in a cut supreme
Doing things just to touch the cream
So many names want
Luda (whoa-oh)
Now I may not be the worst or the best
But you gotta respect my honesty (whoa-oh)
And I may break your heart
But I don't really
I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, watch
bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber
Luda' take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When
was riding
And I told you that I was rappin', I told you I wasn't writing
You said Luda was foolish because he wasn't excited
That was way before
Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Luda
the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Luda!
I'm talkin' 'bout money you never seen hoe
They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame
And I steady try to tell em that it all just depends
Cause every time I make a lil more
but a number, Luda rapping like he just turned 24
Any rapper wanna forget who I am every now and then I see I gotta let em know
Yo must I remind you
I did it from the start
I do it for the DJ's, I do it for the chart's
The fan gel flow, Luda do it 'cause it's art
I do it for the fans, I do it
right
Luda and Pope just formed a band
But they're looking for a drummer with a good left hand
I'll shut up now
Willie and the band just got caught
together, (together, together)
Let's stay together yeah
Yeah, tell y'all a lil' story right quick man, Luda!
First the Fat Boyz break up
Now everyday
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Remix!)
Hey yeah (Luda!)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (It's Zone, 4 baby)
The world is all yours
Let me paint a perfect picture for
of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name (Luda!)
But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame
Guess what I'm
the industry open but still got this s*** on lock
Even on the highway up to heaven Luda still would be on top
I'm dancing
To the sound
My world's in the clouds
And I be lovin' all the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word
task
The police wanna know who's under the mask
Who makin', breakin' yourself for the jewelry and cash
Like Luda' I'm 2 Furious and 2 damn Fast
(And
the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word of mouf)
I sold 350
and i'm A-Town Stompin, got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in, 'cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin me into something, low rider out
to the kitchen floor
Next stops the G spot, Luda, hahaha
I like it too, baby
Let me put a little bit of excitement up in your lifestyle
You gotta know
floor
Next stop's the G spot
Luda! Ha ha ha (I like this)
I like it too, baby
Let me put a little bit of excitement, up in yo' lifestyle
You gotta know
round in a drop top car (car)
Baby you a star and it's time that you know it
So much love and it's time that we show it (LUDA!)
It's been about
.jpg/200px-180317_우주소녀_미니팬미팅_직찍_(20).jpg "Luda")
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