Hey how you doin, Ms. Lady? You so fine with it
I know you handlin business, can I get your 5 minutes?
Dont be offended by me telling you you thick with it
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
Dont be offended when I tell you that youre very pretty
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
s Gucci
That waist got a swivel to it
But that ass a Cali earthquake jiggle to it
She a stallion, no horseshit
You could fit that bitchs booty on a forklift
Beep! Beep! Bitch back it up
I put my balls on the table, tell her rack em up
Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate laid one way
Sprinkle my nuts on top what a sundae, hey
Whipped cream cherry on top
And when I aint wit her, p-ssy on lock
Throw away the key, its a rap bitch!
Large shake and a Ludacris sandwich
Yo, mama turned out, she so popular
You suckers cant see her with binoculars
Shell suck your pocket dry like Dracula
Her last boyfriend bought her an Acura
Dont try to get all attached to her
She an alley-cat type that chickll scratch you up
Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, Shes dangerous
Her old man used to snort angel dust
So, dont be quick to judge, shorty bad as f-ck
Shes the type that drive back with the bricks for bucks
She had a ballplayer dude but she f-cked him up
He bankrupt, selling cars like an auctioner
Its Gucci
Ive got a sausage for them hot cakes
And I be f-ckin while you niggas out on hot dates
You all polite and open doors for her
While every night I put that blanket on the floor for her
These hoes be sprintin like its track n field
Because this supersize dick is their Happy Meal
So for an extra value woody
Put this Big Mac into that Quarter-Pound p-ssy, yes!
Its Ludacris Mr. Slay-A-Bitch
Unless that p-ssy is smelling like a Filet-O-Fish
Shoo Fly, ho! Kick the bucket
And niggas talking shit I bust em in their chicken nugget