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[Intro - Rock]
2010, that's right, we in the
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of albums
Millions of monies
I see why everybody Chris, you light skinned bitch

Sing with me

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

[Verse 1 -
Okay now, this is for the G's, and this is for the
This is for the diamonds and the all clustered
Spread them like mustard, yellow
Now women in my like hello
Yeah I'm of a big deal
These Giovanni rims are sort of a big
This five course dinner is sort of a big
This GT can make Luda dissapear
Faster than David Copperfield
I'm talking star tellis, and penthouse suites
Yeah, I'm just a between penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some freaks
Party than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles thats taller than Webber
And making haters sneeze diamonds and sick leathers
Because my ice gives them cold like as if they under the weather
But my women me warmer than a Polo sweater

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody Chris

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I guess why everybody hates Chris

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody Chris

2 - Ludacris]
Now I stay fresh to death in gangster fits
Over twelve million sold I gangster hits
Live in mansions and drive around in gangster
You swear I'm to get into some gangster shit
Oh no here trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two two bottles
pop like bubbles and when I get home
The girls tops lift off like shuttles
Sixty seconds blast off
My car got a face and took its mask off
so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was for eight weeks
Before i finally to take its cast off
Now its than a bottomless pit
You shit you'll end up with bottom less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him his spit
Then I be wit Bobby V. on that anonymous

[Verse 3 -
I go for broke TLC
The hottest on the mic
Yeah, I thats me
Now all the want to give a little TLC
Because Luda was set for life after three
Yep
Still counting, climbing the charts
And rappers still talking shit like was rhyming in farts
I cross the line twice
They trying to start
But my infrared beam will them shine in the dark