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Dead dead Ima kill em
Dead dead dead dead
With the needle and thread
(Jocin' in the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead sing indian red
(Jocin' in

I'm the goat 
I'm on charring cross 
I just moonwalked to schrock road 
Running to the park 
Hooping in the dark 
I'm the
I'm the goat 
I'm

running like a dream
Giving it the beans and we're all making progress, heads down in the slipstream

We'll all meet in the car park, round the back

Oh

Ludacris

Goodies

2004

Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floating on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was

on a eastside ho ?
Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat back
I'm a champ, I support it
Flipping through the hundred
Cool Club with it
Running to the money

on the couches
Bottles in the air
She's dancing on the tables (don't worry)
My account keeps the business running
That's what rich niggas do

Put your number

Here nigga for real

The feet big on the whip like Jurassic Park
The car tall
To get in you need a running start
An i been getting dough since a running

running
I’ll be on my s**t so you know I’m always stunning
Everywhere I go
B*tch I’m on my s**t h*e
Blowing up the club
B*tch I’m on my s**t h*e
If you

Dance floor running
Treat the crib like a club
All ones no hundreds
Crib like the club
All ones no hundreds
Play your cards right
You can see the finale

talk to you now
You know i'm feeling you, why you running now
Stumbling outside the club
'Cause I ain't drink in a while
Let me get us a Lyft
And we can

hard,
Pull up to the club lookin packed up, 
Lames and fakes all be lookin like they actors, 
I need kush to spark when I C-walk in the park,  
Walking

She looking good, got my eyes on her
Look how she doing it, I bet I run it up
Turning up the club, hot like a summer love
Trynna buss a flex , show

starts singing out loud
He's flying above the clouds
He fills his lungs and picks it up
Cause the chorus is about to start
He's got music running through

Chorus: 
I got Ciroc In da Club, got me bouncing wit my lean.
Bounce Bouncing wit my lean. Bounce Bouncing wit my lean.
Got Ciroc In da club, got me

I ain't worried 'bout' these niggas  no way 
Running up a check that's my forte
Forte 
Hitting 150 in the i8
Park in the front hand my keys

We taking off
I'm tryna put a thousands trips on my passport
She gon buss it open if i ask for it
3 cities 3 days, running with em sticks like

Pull up to the club with a bunch of hyenas
Money in the air got them running like cheetahs
Girl you super thick what the fuck did they feed ya
10k in

Bitch my drip is Immaculate 
It was like it was heaven sent 
Forigen mirrors when i park they b goin in
Good pack in u could smell da scent Bitch

glizzy got him running 

Gotta keep the pesos long

I aint with this love shit 

Baby got the moves, we met at the club

Aint into the extras 

I just want

Bitch I been that nigga you don't need to like me
And all you niggas hating your main bitch like me
She saw me in the club and she said she like me

Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floating on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was easy I

Like the Yankees when I come past Home run, 
That boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets talkin', gotta be doin'

Look at my drip, you know I got it
Look at my whip, you know I bought it
Thinkin' bout you, you know I plotted
Running through hoes, just like I'm

to the park
I got all the park you need right here love
You can park that big Mac truck right in my wee garage
Yeah I uh, I should probably get going though,