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ludakris - lit lyrics

young ludakris, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-ggas cappin’ so hard?
why you got a twelve car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
’cause these n-ggas p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-cking soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i’m praying to my glock and my card

i sit back and read like cat in the hat
ludakris, the cat with the mac
ludakris not boyz n the hood but i pull up on you, shoot your -ss in the back
stuart little, heard these n-ggas some rats
pockets full of cheese, b-tch i got racks
i’m a real street n-gga b-tch
i am not one of these n-ggas bangin’ on wax
p-ssy n-ggas love sneak dissing ’til i pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
so many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was fourth of july
you was with your friends playing nintendo, i was playin’ ’round with that fire
seventh grade i got caught with a pistol, sent me to pantherville
eighth grade started playin’ football, then i was like f-ck the field
ninth grade i was knocking n-ggas out, n-gga like holyfield
fast forward n-gga, twenty sixteen and i’m screaming f-ck a deal
bad b-tch with me, she so thick, i don’t even need a pill
i listen to your raps, thought you was hard
you ain’t even street for real
n-ggas love sneak dissing on twitter
they don’t want beef for real
and all these n-ggas play like they tough
’til a n-gga get k!lled
’til a n-gga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
i’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like i’m john dill
i been with you since day one, savage i ain’t even hating
so what’s up with all that instagram sh-t?
savage i was just playin’
y’all p-ssy n-ggas fakin’, b-tch i hang around them haitians
pull up on you, tie your kids up
pistol whip you while your b-tch naked
come on man, savage you know i always play your mixtape
yeah n-gga f-ck all that, ask your b-tch how my d-ck tastes

young savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
why these n-ggas cappin’ so hard?
why you got a twelve car garage?
why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
’cause these n-ggas p-ssy and i’m hard
i turn that f-cking soft into some hard
i grew up in the streets without no heart
i’m praying to my glock and my card

so much dope that it broke the scale
they say crack k!lls, n-gga my crack sells
my brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
louis v my bag and louis v on my belt
chain sw-ngin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
pistol sw-ngin’, gang bangin’, hold up
n-ggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
little do they know their b-tches f-ckin’ on the tour bus

so much dope that it broke the scale
they say crack k!lls, n-gga my crack sells
my brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
louis v my bag and louis v on my belt

- ludakris lyrics

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