When I walk up in the peace
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamma jamma
God **** it muthafxxka
You ain't gotta like me
I ain't stuttin these hoes
Needa talk what you know
Stop talking bout who
I'm stickin' I'm lickin'
You just mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor
Ya'll broke
Ya'll jobs just
Hangin' up cloaks
Step to me get burnt
Like toast
Muthafxxka adios amigos
Ah ah pose pose
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the
LA coast
lzzy kizzy lizzy go
When I pull up in my whip
Bxxches wanna talk sxxt
I'm drivin' I'm blinding them
Upside these muthafxxa
Eyes did you see it
I'm drippin' these curves
Skirt
Did you heard
I lova my fellas my furs
Ah I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you try'na fxxk now
Now you ain't getting loud
Better calm down
Before I smack ya *** down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my
Snare strings horn
Yes I need my Tim sound
Right left
lzzy kizzy look at him
Now I don't go out my house
Shorty you're just
Waitin' to see
Who I'm roll up in the club
With and report
That next week
Just wanna see who I am
Or sniffin' some coke
I know by the time I finish
This line I'ma hear this
On the radio
Once upon a time in
College Park
Where they live life fast
And they scared of the dark
There was a little nixxa
By the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a sxxt
Knowing he could rap
No one lent a hand
So he went about his bidness
And devised a plan
Made a CD then he
Hit the block
Fifty thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Stepped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
Now all around the world
On the microphone
He leaves your booth smellin'
Like Burberry cologne
Still ride the chrome
Got bxxches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please let me know
If he's on your mind
And respect you'll gimmie
Ludacris I live live
Like Timmy ah
Had to clear these rumors
I got a head ache
And it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap
I get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let
The bed bugs bite
I'm hard to the core
Core to the right
You jump down turn around
Pick a bale of cotton
Ya...
No
You know what we should do
We should go get her album
When it come out
Hi Missy wussup fools
You think I ain't knowin
Ya'll broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes
Ain't over here here gossiping
Bout me
You take those Baby GAP
T-shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless
Ran out of plastic pumps
For the after party
Yo by the way
Go get my album