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Ludacris

Cry Babies (Oh No)

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Текст песни Ludacris - Cry Babies (Oh No)

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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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