Lyrics:
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Ludacris on the track, get back trick, switch on the 'Lac, I'm flexing steel
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cause Ciara got sex appeal
out that neck and he started to choke
Hittin' my gas only time he want smoke
Feel like I'm Thomas tryna get my life on track
And let's be honest oh wait
She left me lone' I ain't even know how to react
Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back
Tear it up from the back pullin' out every track
drinking at A and work through the alphabet
Now all this time has gone by
We're hard to track down, to see just for the hell of it
I don't get invited
It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard that
Let's take it back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
I’m as real as it gets
I’m as real as it gets
More cheese then a rat trap
And you won’t catch me lying where these rats at
I don’t give a rats ass
supplies they know Get by the bundle
Gas so good feeling like im in a Shuttle and my
Money sky high like it took off in a Shuttle
Niggas guarding me don't
shootas get buck like they from Tampa Bay
I'm tryna make a way
She tryna get paid
She miss the old Sage
Too bad I'm not the same
Fresh flavor really back in
First off nigga you will never get your bitch back
Because my nigga caught her that quick, off the pitch back
Lightskin nigga out here livin like I'm
Leaving man like fools with this
Get back like Ludacris
Area codes with area hoes man I got no time to be losing it
Train shooting it
With Brazilian flair
down/Buc like you Brady young B*** get pats down/wat now got dem racks now we gon act now/trap down12 comin wit the crack down/Sh** tracks now/150 large in
type of nigga
That always get me to squeezing salivary triggas
And get to preening the streets of fiendin' teens
Be keen & believe it
Wish i would leave
for you to get back on track
There ain't no need in lookin' back, don't look back
So you're tryin' hard, well, try again
Sometimes you lose,
the tracks,
(And I'm never coming back)
We're gonna escape this trap
Gotta get a life
And every step that I aim to take
(I fall behind, I fall behind)
Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go
stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed; hit
on track
Now I'm in the booth
Going back to back
I got me a crib
Yes I'm happy with the net worth
Got a few kids
Me and wifey tryna network
Made a few hits
I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'
"Back, front back
like, "say what?!"
No more baby talk, cuz that's that stupid shit
You don't know who you're screwin' with
I'm wavy, talkin' shit, just like I'm Ludacris
Hey what's up homie's
It's your boy rjay on the track yo
let's get this shit done right now
Yeah we call it connect
Woo
UM records on this bitch
I
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Rollin' with Da Youngstaz Rotten
proof
Back on the shit just needed an update
Making time for tracks always got me staying up late
Work for myself and expand no debate when I get
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Walk right in, it's around the back
Just
and it's time to admit it
This is the end bitch, I'm livin' till finished
I get carried by fans into arenas and functions
You get carried by feats and some
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