Ludacris lyrics
Ludacris lyrics
"Fatty Girl lyrics"
Shhh lyrics
Such a pleasure to come home Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city Well all right, well okay [x3] Well all right [x3] I wanted to make a song about where I'm from You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about Prince lives here, we got 10,000 lakes But wait, the women are beautiful, to me they are And we're not inf
Such a pleasure to come home Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city Well all right, well okay [x3] Well all right [x3] I wanted to make a song about where I'm from You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about Prince lives here, we got 10,000 lakes But wait, the women are beautiful, to me they are And we're not inf
(feat. LL Cool J, Keith Murray)
Na na na gonna have a good time
Na na na gonna have a good time
Hey hey hey
[Ludacris]
Yo, girl you taste like a cinnabun
So sweet from the thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach check the size of my meat
Call me the pusher ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher
Sweet street pusher give me that gusher.. nasty stuff
Looker I took her..ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)
Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang
I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange
Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop
Take it to the floor back up and then drop
Effervescent.. time times of the essence
Make em undress in less then 3 seconds
So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin
Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept
Awake And Nervous lyrics
So the certanty is I can get no air, Getting nowhere at all, Open-ended and suspended one by one, In the slipstream, And Harvest hold the horrbag, Emotion starts to lag, With panache I keep a-crashing, Through the sky, No compassion have I. Kick a kiss of superstition and I cry, "Just a guide or I throw All the panic I can muster, Threatening to the cluster"; The hangman's whore so obvious, Discretion's such a dra
in streets keep mobbinSo the certanty is I can get no air, Getting nowhere at all, Open-ended and suspended one by one, In the slipstream, And Harvest hold the horrbag, Emotion starts to lag, With panache I keep a-crashing, Through the sky, No compassion have I. Kick a kiss of superstition and I cry, "Just a guide or I throw All the panic I can muster, Threatening to the cluster"; The hangman's whore so obvious, Discretion's such a dra
Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin
Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg
can't catch the balls then you in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk
Risky and clean crispy of creams
You lookin mighty fine in them jeans
[Chorus]
In them jeans you got a
Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]
Fat as a midge
In them jeans you got a
Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x]
[LL Cool J]
International baller baby...
Young birds in the coupe goin
(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)
Easy.. I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)
I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be
Havin young ladies
Backflip lyrics
[Verse 1] Don't give the tired act, cause you been runnin 'round The time you spend with me, you shouldn't be comin down. Don't give me no attitude, sayin what you will and will not do Baby we need compromise, we're gonna make it through. Push yourself a little more boy For me you gotta try a little harder All I do is for the love of you Show me you're always gonna be there
bustin like 380's[Verse 1] Don't give the tired act, cause you been runnin 'round The time you spend with me, you shouldn't be comin down. Don't give me no attitude, sayin what you will and will not do Baby we need compromise, we're gonna make it through. Push yourself a little more boy For me you gotta try a little harder All I do is for the love of you Show me you're always gonna be there
Lubricated silencers crushin all challengers
Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers
Get it?.. glock dillingers
I'm big you small.. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall
Hair like brillo .. cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)
Naked in a tub of a jello.. still no competition
Still flow nigga listen
(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)
Amen .. its like a scene out of player's magazine
Let them other cats holla.. L will make you scream
[Chorus]
[Keith Murray]
This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods
To the chicks who don't and its still all good
Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8
You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it
Goodness gracious good god almighty
You got a baduka girl don't hurt nobody
At The End lyrics
A serenade full of madness, reminds me of you of my life and my fate... Condemned mortal, for the pain I was living in my dreams for all eternety. Your seductive elegancy, that turns me on Diabolical beauty that enchants my mind. You atract my infinite lust for your inhuman being you're my godes and for you my life and being. I can't escape of your virtual mask of sorrow you caught me in my schizophrenic m
Toes all painted .. feet all outA serenade full of madness, reminds me of you of my life and my fate... Condemned mortal, for the pain I was living in my dreams for all eternety. Your seductive elegancy, that turns me on Diabolical beauty that enchants my mind. You atract my infinite lust for your inhuman being you're my godes and for you my life and being. I can't escape of your virtual mask of sorrow you caught me in my schizophrenic m
Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt
Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin
Cater to yo every fantasy
You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced
necklace around yo waist toe rings
Girl do yo thing
I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful
And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle
Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary
Girl you don't know what you do to me
Ain't no doubt about it..
When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket
(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph
You can see that thang from the front
We gas those up like full service
and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis
And when you shake it.. you rock my world
I done died and went to heaven.. you got a fatty girl
[Chorus - repeat to the end]