Lyrics:
fake)
Men lie (Women lie)
Men lie (Women lie)
Men Lie (Women lie)
Men Lie (Women lie)
Smile in my face dap me up and keep it pushing
You pushing against
helair?
Doing well but my nigga's momma on welfare
Ridin' round the town and you know
I'm safe and sound cause
For me being in the hood
Is safer than
Heard the news today
Another little one slain
Automatic shots spray
No hope—this is too heavy
No matter how much I petition, commission
And plead for
For the fan base that's growing
Putting on for the hometown
Putting on for the hometown
Homegrown
From two homes
Indiana to Wisco
Putting Milton
Aight, aight, aight
Aight that's enough of them songs
For the bitches and shit
Let's jump into some
Heavyweight gangsta shit, yeah
Yo I'm
to greatness, before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers,
Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
Diamonds on my chain look like
and sinning and living
To get a minute of any women and men that you admire
It ain't no lie
We're created for Him
Outta the dust he made us for Him
Elects us
like my women feisty, my bitch got a temper
Br-Brown skin, 5'2", and her ass fat
Don't say much, we ain't really with the chit-chat
Break a nigga off
on women, so boo you safe
And all my brothers blood, wealth, and honor, is always safe, safe
I promise your blood is sacred, just promise me the same thing,
done it for the chase
Coming up in the
The race
The chase
The chase
The chase
I was back in Indiana doing shows every week
Hit the ceiling
Tryna get
my stylist
eat my salad
Then I'm dressing
All filay
Everything I do is wit finesse
You say you not fuckin then please find the nearest exit
I play for
Florida hoe
Want beef then place yo order bro
Deceased be with the coroners hoe
Indiana i ain't corny though
I put her to sleep
She sleep when you talk
for whatever can deceive you
Pop culture cultivating the occult
Mainstream ad space Pepsi vs Coke
Jenny Craig slim down lust of the flesh
Lust
Wanna sit beside a sick an seductive sinner, see
Something so sinister seeking sookie somethin like a centipede
Slitherin', she's searchin' for
febreeze is
I'm pushing rocks like Jesus, magic with words like 'Please' is
Suicide doors and keyless, whip it like Indiana
I'm goin gorilla feces, I peel
What about the bait homie come on and reel em in
We seeking plenty women we finding plenty men
We soul fishing
We on a mission
We so sufficient
We
Tell me who better
Tell me who better we showing the leverage
She showing her cleavage that’s for the cheddar
I told her I got it but never a give it
the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin', Big Willie-style
Check the chip-toothed
the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin', Big Willie-style
Check the chip-toothed
[Ludacris (T.I.)]
(here we go!)
Surprise nigga
It was bound to happen sooner or later
(they ain't ready for this)
History has been made
ATL,
How low can you go?
Luda!
Listen, Ludacris got a remix but it gow low hold up lemme get my camera,
I wanna see Arizona, Indiana, Minasoda,
this is the day
Hopped in the car wit' her to a kissin' display
Later for eatin' now I'm on a mission to spray, okay
Hopped in the backseat
Movin'
too many women that I ain't got no time to see
While I've been handling business, they're begging for minutes like I ain't got nowhere to be
Barely got
the cake
To reverse trick
My silly ex-bitch transport brick
For twenty percent - commission
She dressed up with no where to go
While I'm blowin up
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