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

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

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 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 why everybody hates Chris

[Verse 2 -
Now I stay fresh to draped in gangster fits
twelve million sold I drop gangster hits
Live in mansions and around in gangster whips
You swear I'm 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 I get home
The girls lift off like airspace shuttles
Sixty seconds till off
My car got a lift and took its mask off
Tint so dark it look like I the glass off
The body was white for weeks
i finally decided 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, I'll make him swallow his
Then I be wit Bobby V. on that anonymous

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