Lyrics:
at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue
a second
check it, akoo hoody, blue denim, gray fitted cap
louis rag, hit the stash, grab any stack
i tell a bitch come on, get in the maybach
57-s headed
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
dreams dreams dreams dream
She put that booty right on me me me me
She getting moody hit them cheeks cheeks cheeks cheeks
They tell me tone it down I
tint, nigga, that's the President
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your Grace
represent the L-B-C-ment
Windows tint, fool, I'm the president
I hit you with a tune every blue moon (uh-huh)
So collard on your plate so you can stuff it
nigga, that's the President
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your Grace before you
(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
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
In the lab I post up
Pattering the slaps like I'm 'posed to
Surrounded by posters of beauty
Documented evidence of handling the booty
In the midst
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Late night laid up, I know you kind of moody
Posted up watching reruns of judge judy
I sent a message said "we could chill and watch a movie"
Got one
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
RPGEP
Reign forever
Put all the coins in the bag
Your album: I heard that it's bad
They know that I'm perfect, at that
Man, I swerve, man, I swerve
in the blue flame all in the six
With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
Last thing he know all these hoes ain't use to know me now they
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
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