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

I be dat nigga Luda'
Alert alert the atllien intruder
College park water boy, spittin' in tha
I jam till they deaf, they call me dick da ruler
Women indeed, ya eyes closed
blows, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, out for the po-po
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 snap of my
Call me golden
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, think I'm sly

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

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

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

Y'all in school that'll Neva come out
Man I'll catch yo Achilles and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and
twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not Joshua can come to war wit dis games

bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya
And dats tha and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got 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' shorty man
Shorty up at da station man?
Shorty be man?
Man, let the name be
Who y'all talkin'

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

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

Da Luda drug
On da counter
You like my
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope close to yo tittie
yo butt checks red man like Uncle 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
College park
nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh