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lirik lagu ludacris – cry baby

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ooooh noooo
i caught him with a blow to the chest
ooooh noooo
my hollow put a hole in his vest
ooooh noooo
im bout to send two to his dome
cry babies go hoooome

i got people scared as f-ck like when condoms break
or how your heart deals with eatin 80 pounds a steak
so put your belly on the plate and watch your weight
you frosted like a flake and ludacris feels grrrreat!
who one come face me face come one who
and women give me face til they face turn blue
they can’t breathe d-ck to mouth recisitation
a tight squeeze but it stops the lengthy conversations
i play stations, jump cops and lose agents
i’m doctor love, i close curtains and f-ck patients
when i kick and rip and flip indespinsable rhymes
my black -ss is so hungry, i’ll take a bite outta crime
and it’ll hurt if i swallow, but even more if i choke
neighbors call the fire station off the blunt that i smoke
you see i crush cowards, funerals, i’ll send flowers
and i’m on the overp-ss flick pennies in rush hour

you see im ambidextrious, i slap -ss with both hands
delete your first ____ but i’ll save the last dance
i just bought some new guns my momma said it aint worth it,
but im at the shooting range just cause practice makes perfect
bulls-eye i stunt growth and stop lives
and you run with n-gg-z that’s more chicken than pot pie -chicken noises-
im shaking your tail feathers, i got big b-lls, ima sack king
like chris webber
luda take ya back to duck hunt and double dribble
when n-gg-z sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickles
my cars got big tvs and satelittes
i got a wheel of fortune cause i flip o’s like vanna white
and the survey says.. kill a motherf-cker now, could it be off with his head?
or shoot of motherf-cker now, ground round
ground chuck and ground beef
bullets gather round and shoot rounds around teeth??

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i kick n-gg-z in they -ss, we boot em like laptops
and they wouldn’t even box if i gave them 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 off a cop’s -ss
where mister head potatoes a skin to get mashed
i smell p-ss from fifty yards
yall not playing with full decks as if i jacked out the jacks and left fifty cards
catch me in vegas, spinning the green
i’ll ?re? up with more chips than a vending machine
then you can
catch me in rome macking some broads and stickin em
and you’ll be at home picking yo boogers and flickin em
a drug dealers dream, im so fresh and im so clean
im a grown -ss man and yall sweeter than sixteen
so go and kick rocks beyond, you’re just rookies
headin downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

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