Lyrics:
surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?
[Hook]
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
drive this Church train 'til
The motor starts knockin' bitch
And I'm built Ford tough but
That's one thing that's obvious
Cause I'm bulletproof
From my
it to you.
CHORUS:
Give me your name and your number,
we can talk all night if you wanna,
baby i can do some things that make you wonder if you
just
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
right
She was bound to be yours for at least a night
See, I was introduced to her by my cous'
But that was before he told me who or what she was
Me
with a fuckin' grenade
One man army, only two things in the world could calm me
Wet pussy and that bomb ass chronic
I'll never back down, never back
was too
Know that I built you
All those things you do
I did first you under my boot
Fuck you and tell em we through
Try to control me and the things
don't hand me the boots
I used to call you crazy
And you'd forget your shoes
In the elevator we would laugh
And talk about the views
But now that we're
Trailer trashed down by the river
Hop up in the shotgun, grab another cold one
Trailer trashed, the party's gettin' bigger
Put on your boots, kick out
them bitches been choosin
So she could do bad all by herself
And sometimes it feel like Novacane
And I been feeling lost but you don't know these things
Now with your loyal fan base and to the extent
That there dedicated to your music and your message
It has some people calling you a cult leader,
to
Smoke if you want to
I do the freaky things that your boyfriend won't do
What up Ma you looking good by the bar
I can buy you a drink and we can slide
fuck you
Some bitches be lyin (lyin), most bitches be tryin (tryin)
To get a nigga caught up, that's probably why I'm (I'm)
G'd up, boot up, to hit it
make it right
I got a one way ticket with nowhere to go
I got holes in my boots but they still got soul
You know I can't have everything that I want
But
the shit that I'm in
Only thing I don't do solo, when she riding
I think I hear violins, do you hear them by a chance?
Back and fourth, back you go, we can
Feel so alive, I woke up and I prayed for a sign
I know good things take time
God sent me you as an angel
When you're alone, the little thoughts that
cares
But you'd prefer to have the things that make you feel like a king
Just remember who's paying their fair share
and we're getting by, we're getting
and roll it
Stop, drop, and roll it
He grabbed that thing, I can't control it
Grabbed that thing, I can't control it
I'm bout to stop, drop, and roll it
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
Everything thats good
I'm slangin everything
That's good
Yeah everything
What u want I got everything
Look
Boots by christian dior
Exclusive you
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
boots and war
A real nigga's invention that came from a henchman
Who blew up, now throw the Wu up, that's my redemption
Drug dealer, been that nigga
LeDoux
If you ain't gonna scoop me up and scoot me 'cross that floor
And what's the point of that cover band
If you don't take me by the hand
And show me
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