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Cry Babies (Oh No)

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Жанры : rap hip-hop dirty south hip hop ludacris

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[verse one: ludacris]

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break

Or how your heart deals with eatin` eighty pounds of steak

So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight

You frostin` like a flake and ludacris feels grrreat!

Who want come face me, face come want who?

And women give me face until they`re face turns blue

They can`t breathe, dick to mouth recessatation

A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I playstations, duck cops and lose agents

I`m doctor love, i close curtains and fuck patients

When i kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme

My black ass is so hungry i`ll take a bite out of crime

And it`ll hurt if i swallow, but even more if i choke

Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that i smoke

You see i crush cowards, funerals i`ll send flowers

And i`m on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

[chorus]

[verse two: ludacris]

You see i`m ambidextrous i slap ass with both hands

Delete your first steps, but i`ll save the last dance

I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain`t worth it"

But i`m at the shooting range just `cause practice makes perferct

Bullseye, i stunt growth and stop lives

You run with niggas that`s more chicken then pot pies

Bok bok bok i`m shakin your tale feathers

I got big balls, i`m a sac king like chris webber

Luda` will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble

When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels

My cars got big tvs and satellites

I got a wheel of fortune `cause i flipped o`s like vanna white

And the servey says? (kill a mutha fucka now)

Could it be off with his head? (or shoot a mutha fucka down)

Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef

Bullets gather round then i shoot rounds around teeth

[chorus]

[verse three: ludacris]

I kick niggas in they`re ass reboot `em like laptops

And they wouldn`t even box if i gave `em a flat top

You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble

Now they all lost for words like i beat `em in scrabble

You see i`m from a small town called "fresh out a cop`s ass"

Where mr. head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed

I smell puss from fifty yards

Y`all not playin with full decks as if i jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in vegas spinnin` the green

I re-up with more chips than a vending machine

Then you can catch me in rome maggots in brauds and sticking `em

And you`ll be at home picking your bougars and flicking `em

A drug dealer`s dream, so fresh and i`m so clean

I`m a grown ass man and you`re sweeter than sixteen

So go and kick rocks peons you`re just rookies

Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

[chorus - 2x]

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