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Ww3 - Ludacris Lyrics



Ww3 - Ludacris Lyrics




"Ludacris it's time go Ludacris"

Yeah
Luda!
I go Ludacris but I ain't ludacris
And i don't beat the pussy Ima shoot it
Im at pussy top it's like I'm roofing shit and
It's Like it's Halloween because ya Spookin

A haunted house because I'm poppin out
And F*ck a pop shot, I'm hopping out
I take him Out just like I cropped him out
If I ain't got a tooley Ima knock you out

This rap shit a job and I'm firing niggas
You ain't on job and ima clock you out
I clocked ya bitch
Cause she buku thick
And We be rocking out when my cock be Out

I'm kicking doors
They Try to lock me out
I'm still in this bitch
Nobody got me out
Ya better cuff yo bitch
Aw the cops is out
I'm still in yo bitch
I Make her cat meow
Cause Ima f*cking dog
No dodgeball
I gotta her ducking balls
Ash catchem
Can i f*ck em all
I let ash catchem
I don't trust at all
F*ck these hoes
I just f*ck these hoes
We don't trust these hoes
We don't love these hoes
We just share these hoes
We don't share our clothes
I can't share my foes
I can't share my pole
Or sell my soul

You a sell out
I'll Pop ya out
And Then I peel out
If I Go to jail
Bitch ima bail out
And I'm Smoking loud
You can't hear now
But You go hear now
Gottem up fear now
Cause I'm in last gear now
Pull up like a pull up
Na these niggas in the rear now
You aint drop a penny nigga
So don't drop a tear now
It's real now no playing nigga im forreal now so real now

It's 7pm
Everything was just fine
I was in the willows
I was Serving them dimes
By 7:30 He Shot me 3 times
Nigga thought I was dieng
But he ain't get a dime
I just got a half you want half bitch it's Mine

I been then through so much
But a nigga so tuff
See He just like the hulk except he don't Throw stuff
Except bullets or punches
Both eating you up
I'm Defeating you up that shit heating you Up

He hate the fact
She like she eating me up
He be thinking about it
It's eating him up

I like the fact
That you taught that bitch manners
Cause when it get messy
She clean that shit up

Say my dick dope
And that she need a dose
And I say and end quote
Is you feining or what

Well since you got all that water
Im thirsty she never desert me
I'm cleaning the cup
I'm Checking her out
Yeah I'm ringing her stuff
Yeah I'm pressing her buttons
Like ringing her stuff
Baby pick up the phone
Go and hang that shit up
Like girl f*ck yo ol man
Go and hang that shit up
Man the pussy to wet
I'm bang that shit up
Na I'm all in her walls
Like I'm painting shit up
I'm applying this pressure
I ain't go give up
God if So that i fall
Just make sure I get up
I'll make sure you get praise
Just make sure I get up.
So I pray everyday
Everyday I get up
Gotta get my shit up
Like a f*cking sit up
You can't just sit up
And Around, bitch get up !
Aye

Put in that work
I need that check like the first
I need that check like I work
She ride my dick and she twerk
I kill that pussy it hurt
I swear this beat getting merked
Like I'm curse with a curse
That's enhancing my verses
I'll need a couple of herses
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English

"Ludacris it's time go Ludacris"

Yeah
Luda!
I go Ludacris but I ain't ludacris
And i don't beat the pussy Ima shoot it
Im at pussy top it's like I'm roofing shit and
It's Like it's Halloween because ya Spookin

A haunted house because I'm poppin out
And F*ck a pop shot, I'm hopping out
I take him Out just like I cropped him out
If I ain't got a tooley Ima knock you out

This rap shit a job and I'm firing niggas
You ain't on job and ima clock you out
I clocked ya bitch
Cause she buku thick
And We be rocking out when my cock be Out

I'm kicking doors
They Try to lock me out
I'm still in this bitch
Nobody got me out
Ya better cuff yo bitch
Aw the cops is out
I'm still in yo bitch
I Make her cat meow
Cause Ima f*cking dog
No dodgeball
I gotta her ducking balls
Ash catchem
Can i f*ck em all
I let ash catchem
I don't trust at all
F*ck these hoes
I just f*ck these hoes
We don't trust these hoes
We don't love these hoes
We just share these hoes
We don't share our clothes
I can't share my foes
I can't share my pole
Or sell my soul

You a sell out
I'll Pop ya out
And Then I peel out
If I Go to jail
Bitch ima bail out
And I'm Smoking loud
You can't hear now
But You go hear now
Gottem up fear now
Cause I'm in last gear now
Pull up like a pull up
Na these niggas in the rear now
You aint drop a penny nigga
So don't drop a tear now
It's real now no playing nigga im forreal now so real now

It's 7pm
Everything was just fine
I was in the willows
I was Serving them dimes
By 7:30 He Shot me 3 times
Nigga thought I was dieng
But he ain't get a dime
I just got a half you want half bitch it's Mine

I been then through so much
But a nigga so tuff
See He just like the hulk except he don't Throw stuff
Except bullets or punches
Both eating you up
I'm Defeating you up that shit heating you Up

He hate the fact
She like she eating me up
He be thinking about it
It's eating him up

I like the fact
That you taught that bitch manners
Cause when it get messy
She clean that shit up

Say my dick dope
And that she need a dose
And I say and end quote
Is you feining or what

Well since you got all that water
Im thirsty she never desert me
I'm cleaning the cup
I'm Checking her out
Yeah I'm ringing her stuff
Yeah I'm pressing her buttons
Like ringing her stuff
Baby pick up the phone
Go and hang that shit up
Like girl f*ck yo ol man
Go and hang that shit up
Man the pussy to wet
I'm bang that shit up
Na I'm all in her walls
Like I'm painting shit up
I'm applying this pressure
I ain't go give up
God if So that i fall
Just make sure I get up
I'll make sure you get praise
Just make sure I get up.
So I pray everyday
Everyday I get up
Gotta get my shit up
Like a f*cking sit up
You can't just sit up
And Around, bitch get up !
Aye

Put in that work
I need that check like the first
I need that check like I work
She ride my dick and she twerk
I kill that pussy it hurt
I swear this beat getting merked
Like I'm curse with a curse
That's enhancing my verses
I'll need a couple of herses
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Writer: Wallace Walker,III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Wallace Walker, III

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