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[Intro - Chris
2010, that's right, we in the
Atlanta, Georgia, of albums sold
Millions of rolled
I see why hates Chris, you light skinned bitch

Sing along 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 Chris

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

Yeah, I guess why everybody hates Chris

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

Yeah, I guess that's why hates 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 that's why 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 hates Chris

[Verse 2 -
Now I stay fresh to death in gangster fits
Over million sold I drop gangster hits
Live in and drive around in gangster whips
You swear I'm about to get into some shit
Oh no comes trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models two
That'll pop like bubbles and when I get
The girls lift off like airspace shuttles
seconds till blast off
My car got a face lift and took its off
so dark it look like I took the glass off
The body was white for eight
Before i finally decided to its cast off
Now its blacker a bottomless pit
You talk shit you'll end up with bottom lip
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll him swallow his spit
Then I be wit Bobby V. on anonymous shit

[Verse 3 -
I go for like TLC
The nigga on the mic
Yeah, I believe me
Now all the ladies want to a little TLC
Because Luda was set for life after three
Yep
Still counting, still climbing the
And still talking shit like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish line
They still trying to
But my infrared beam will make shine in the dark