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[Intro - Chris
2010, right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of albums
Millions of monies
I see why everybody hates Chris, you 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 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 hates Chris

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

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 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 to death draped in gangster fits
Over twelve million sold I drop hits
Live in mansions and drive 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 two bottles
That'll pop like bubbles and when I get
The girls tops off like airspace shuttles
Sixty seconds blast off
My car got a face lift and took its off
Tint so dark it look like I took the off
The was white for eight weeks
Before i finally to take its cast off
Now its blacker a bottomless pit
You talk you'll end up with bottom less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, make him swallow his spit
Then I be wit V. on that anonymous shit

[Verse 3 -
I go for like TLC
The nigga on the mic
Yeah, I thats me
Now all the ladies want to give a TLC
Because Luda was set for life after LP's
Yep
counting, still climbing the charts
And still talking shit like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish line
They still to start
But my infrared beam will them shine in the dark