Yeah, shout out to all the fans, man
I appreciate all the positive feedback
Luda verses, I know this is just a lil' teasera
But goddammit, the album is comin' soon nigga
I'm just doin' this for lyrical exercise, ya know how it go
Nowadays, all these rappers in the game, they so shady!
No pressure, seems I have to air 'em out like Tom <<<brady
I been actin' real civil, now it's time I'm goin' street
Mo like 'why ya suckin' 'em you don't get that shit to please'
Mow this beast, mow every time I touch the mic I go and spaz out
These rappers is nothing but garbage
My momma always told me to take the trash out
I'm passed out, on my front lawn I've been geekin'
I took my private jet and just went flyin' for the weekend
Bitch, I had no destination, I just flew to burn gas
I be cruisin' ova every rapper's tourbus
Land at the mall then burn cash
What's the depth? Fresh to death! Designer watch, designer chain
Designer whips and designer bitches, designer suits and designer frames
You other rappers can't f*ck with a nigga like me
I'm the captain of this spaceship!
Y'all niggas still saving up
In the meanwhile all I do is waste shit
I pour that Louis XIII Black Pearl like it's water
At 22,000 a bottle I'm telling all daddies to watch they daughters
I was tellin' all daughters to watch they mouth
It might end up on a rich nigga
So what you got a boyfriend
I heard he soft as chinchilla
As Ben Stiller, private island hopper, Tropic Thunder
Magic city, Mondays pop that pussy for a 100, Luda!
Ludacris - Walk Thru My Hood Lyrics
Ludacris - Walk Thru My Hood Lyrics
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Yeah, shout out to all the fans, man
I appreciate all the positive feedback
Luda verses, I know this is just a lil' teasera
But goddammit, the album is comin' soon nigga
I'm just doin' this for lyrical exercise, ya know how it go
Nowadays, all these rappers in the game, they so shady!
No pressure, seems I have to air 'em out like Tom <<<brady
I been actin' real civil, now it's time I'm goin' street
Mo like 'why ya suckin' 'em you don't get that shit to please'
Mow this beast, mow every time I touch the mic I go and spaz out
These rappers is nothing but garbage
My momma always told me to take the trash out
I'm passed out, on my front lawn I've been geekin'
I took my private jet and just went flyin' for the weekend
Bitch, I had no destination, I just flew to burn gas
I be cruisin' ova every rapper's tourbus
Land at the mall then burn cash
What's the depth? Fresh to death! Designer watch, designer chain
Designer whips and designer bitches, designer suits and designer frames
You other rappers can't f*ck with a nigga like me
I'm the captain of this spaceship!
Y'all niggas still saving up
In the meanwhile all I do is waste shit
I pour that Louis XIII Black Pearl like it's water
At 22,000 a bottle I'm telling all daddies to watch they daughters
I was tellin' all daughters to watch they mouth
It might end up on a rich nigga
So what you got a boyfriend
I heard he soft as chinchilla
As Ben Stiller, private island hopper, Tropic Thunder
Magic city, Mondays pop that pussy for a 100, Luda!
I appreciate all the positive feedback
Luda verses, I know this is just a lil' teasera
But goddammit, the album is comin' soon nigga
I'm just doin' this for lyrical exercise, ya know how it go
Nowadays, all these rappers in the game, they so shady!
No pressure, seems I have to air 'em out like Tom <<<brady
I been actin' real civil, now it's time I'm goin' street
Mo like 'why ya suckin' 'em you don't get that shit to please'
Mow this beast, mow every time I touch the mic I go and spaz out
These rappers is nothing but garbage
My momma always told me to take the trash out
I'm passed out, on my front lawn I've been geekin'
I took my private jet and just went flyin' for the weekend
Bitch, I had no destination, I just flew to burn gas
I be cruisin' ova every rapper's tourbus
Land at the mall then burn cash
What's the depth? Fresh to death! Designer watch, designer chain
Designer whips and designer bitches, designer suits and designer frames
You other rappers can't f*ck with a nigga like me
I'm the captain of this spaceship!
Y'all niggas still saving up
In the meanwhile all I do is waste shit
I pour that Louis XIII Black Pearl like it's water
At 22,000 a bottle I'm telling all daddies to watch they daughters
I was tellin' all daughters to watch they mouth
It might end up on a rich nigga
So what you got a boyfriend
I heard he soft as chinchilla
As Ben Stiller, private island hopper, Tropic Thunder
Magic city, Mondays pop that pussy for a 100, Luda!
Writer: Christopher Bridges
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group