Cee-Lo

I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo I’ll put your wifey in a trio And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego And they done got me back in beast mode I got some shooters and they ain’t single I’m out the country in my T-coat And these bitches don’t speak no Englo All they wanna know is the lingo In the Matrix all like I’m Neo I make movies like Al Pacino I can wrap a girl like burritos I go hella hard for them c notes They ain’t never seen what we did, nigga You can’t get fingerprints off these triggers I’m a guapaholic, I’m money-drunk Death-defying, I’m livin’ like Avatar I done went to another planet See my pockets they on gigantic I take off like a rocket in Paris I fuck bitches that don’t mind sharin’ I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo I’ll put your wifey in a trio And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego And they done got me back in beast mode I got some shooters and they ain’t single I’m out the country in my T-coat And these bitches don’t speak no Englo All they wanna know is the lingo They say Wale dope They gon’ say what they say Never to my face, no And I’m runnin’ out of space to Put all of my favorite clothes Took a nigga’s favorite shoes – Took a nigga’s favorite store I call the folk that made ‘em, foreign These ladies trippin’ ‘Cause I buck a lot but I Don’t be datin’ none of ‘em And I roll with niggas, go-to niggas Know they ain’t as friendly And all my pieces wide receivers They all eighty somethin’ wale, though And I make your ladies do my say-so I’m just a nigga on the Grind tryna make moves Shine like a G, though Rhyme bully, my mob goodie Shout-out to Cee-Lo I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo I’ll put your wifey in a trio And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego And they done got me back in beast mode I got some shooters and they ain’t single I’m out the country in my T-coat And these bitches don’t speak no Englo All they wanna know is the lingo Okay, my name is Ludacris and beast Mode is what I’m known for I’m what they need to get Barack Obama on the phone for Illegal alien – workin’ like a Mexican Bought a Bugatti and joined Forces with the Decepticons Got so many styles that I don’t Even know what I’mma do But I be killin’ every verse Make it worth your while, Cadillac style But I’ll put your favorite rapper in a hearse Throw him in the grave and Write "pussy" on his tombstone Kidnap his family Make ‘em listen to this new song DJ Screamin’- partners triple-beamin’ Eight-figure nigga Bitches fightin’ for my semen Sparta, 300, Leonidas to you fuck boys Shootin’ three dice with three Dykes – what’s good, boys?