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Yeah come see nigga
Come see ol' light skinned mothafucka
I him and I'm addicted
tha peace is the click
Please tell these fake ass who you are

I be dat named Luda'
Alert alert it's the intruder
College park water boy, in tha c-cooler
I jam they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler
indeed, keep ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, come out dem hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern
Fuckin' up ya whole

I walk you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the of my finger
Call me gley
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to death
And I'm one of dem that rip up excursions
Til there is no left
You shit out chex and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all

Dat cries?
Oh dat is aight
Dat nigga can't fuck wit me
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da are you nigga

I be dat bronze bridges
wanna ball or go on strike 'cause of my pitches
They think I they bitches
But I want no pigeons
Yet can scrub my dishes
And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out extensions

Y'all in detention that'll Neva come out
Man catch yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know what I'm talkin'
You see we Jack and we Daniels, Earl and Ralph
4-ize twirl it out, it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to war wit dis

These bitch niggaz is and come down wit da reigns
You all wet da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha simple and man
W dot shh
(Man dat lauder's got some hotter than hot shh)
Well sh-sh-shut da up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all talkin' 'bout man
Shorty up at da station man?
Shorty be poppin'
Man, let the be known
Who y'all 'bout

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for
So when strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what I
Not is Mr and Mrs. Clean
get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now they 400 ha

Hot girl, tryin' to give to niggaz up on da girl
Have you "Stop girl"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch slugga
Still wonder why they call me lova
Self
Ass
I bring 'em back to da future like a '85

Da Luda drug
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo
Have yo butt checks red man like Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Playa to ya boy
park nigga
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh