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[Intro - Chris
2010, right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, of albums sold
of monies rolled
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 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 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 all clustered
Spread them mustard, canary yellow
Now in my face like hello
Yeah I'm sort of a big
These Giovanni are sort of a big wheel
five course dinner is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can Luda dissapear
than David Copperfield motherfucker
I'm talking five star tellis, and penthouse
Yeah, I'm just a between penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and with some penthouse freaks
Party harder Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in and buying bottles thats taller than Chris Webber
And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick
Because my ice gives them cold like they as if under the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a Polo

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 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 hates

[Verse 2 -
Now I stay fresh to death draped in fits
Over twelve million sold I drop hits
Live in mansions and drive around in whips
You I'm about to get into some gangster shit
Oh no here comes trouble, my is skewed
I can see in doubles, two models two bottles
That'll pop like bubbles and when I get
The girls tops lift off airspace shuttles
Sixty seconds till off
My car got a face lift and took its off
Tint so dark it look I took the glass off
The body was white for weeks
Before i decided to take 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, make him swallow his spit
Then I be wit V. on that anonymous shit

[Verse 3 -
I go for like TLC
The hottest on the mic
Yeah, I believe me
Now all the ladies to give a little TLC
Because Luda was set for life three LP's
Yep
Still counting, still the charts
And rappers still talking like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish line
They still trying to
But my infrared beam make them shine in the dark