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$weet-t & danny g beats - ludacris pape lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(f+ck with ’em, bill)

[verse 1]
my pockets been stuffed with blues since you were up on posies
whip parked, but my rims playin’ ring around the rosie
got the five percent tint, good luck bein’ nosy
and the big iron on me, i’ll makе a feller mosey
you boys arе sad sacks, i tote the same straps as mad max
my plug was born in h+ll, but now he lives in baghdad
all my homies buy and sell, but they don’t know about no nasdaq
used to pray for a plug, now i ride with birds like aflac
flyin’ broader than the sun, you bums could never eclipse me
hop on the beat and start cursin’, you would think i’m a gypsy
i just came from down river, but they think i’m from ypsi
he don’t know i got a gun, that’s my favorite bar from tipsy
[chorus]
i’m like luda’ ’bout my moolah, boy, get up out my path
yeah, i’m chill, but for them bills, i’ll make you feel my wrath
we got so much dirty money, we can’t fit it in the bath
tryna add my gang up? well, i hope you’re good at math
i’m like luda’ ’bout my moolah, boy, stay up out my way
i got all the time to stack, but i got zero time to play
i’m like luda’ ’bout my moolah and that’s all i gotta say
come between me and my bread, then you know you gotta pay

[verse 2]
i feel like lora, when i hit that spot, they treat me like a royal
junkies pullin’ up at wh0res, they wanna smoke it out the foil
yeah, i look like malfoy, but my bl!cks are built like crabbe and goyle
cause me turmoil, i’ll leave you leakin’ in the soil
sweeten up the pot and let it boil
i got that heat, can’t burst my bubble, i be splashin’ just like oil
i’m not leavin’ out the spot ’til i leave with all the spoils
i pick my lyrics from my life, i’m sir sweet conan doyle
i talk so spicy, i’ll leave your ears burnin’
tryna f+ck with big sweet, you don’t got your gears turnin’
.556 for the varmints, boy, i don’t fear vermin
i got boy under the stairs like petunia and vernon

[chorus]
i’m like luda’ ’bout my moolah, boy, get up out my path
yeah, i’m chill, but for them bills, i’ll make you feel my wrath
we got so much dirty money, we can’t fit it in the bath
tryna add my gang up? well, i hope you’re good at math
i’m like luda’ ’bout my moolah, boy, stay up out my way
i got all the time to stack, but i got zero time to play
i’m like luda’ ’bout my moolah and that’s all i gotta say
come between me and my bread, then you know you gotta pay
[verse 3]
when it comes to flippin’, it’s no question, i’m a fanatic
i got acrobatic ‘bows, i’ll make the load do gymnastics
big sweet wrote the book before you read your first scholastic
made your girl eat my pickle, you could call me mr. vlasic
white as f+ck from the ‘burbs, but i don’t got no pickets
only thing my skin’s good for is gettin’ out of tickets
if i had fishbowls on the whip, the feds would never fl!ck it
if you don’t got ten bands, then we can’t even kick it

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