[Intro]

Yeah, come see this nigga

Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker

I seen him and I'm addicted

Disturbing tha Peace is the clique

Please tell these fake-ass niggas who you are

[Verse 1]

I be that nigga named Luda

Alert! Alert! It's the ATLien intruder

College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler

I Jam 'til they Def, they call me Slick Dick the Ruler

Women in need! Keep yo' eyes closed

'Bow blows, come on out them clothes, hoes

Low-pros, low blows, watch out for the po-pos

And I chose to be that number-one contender

Southern offender, fucking up your whole agenda

When I walk, you try to run; when I run, you try to hide

You skate at the snap of my fingers; call me Golden Glide

It's you and I, do or die, who am I?

I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm Sly

Oh, why try? You one of them niggas that like to cheat death

And I'm one of them niggas

That rip out Excursions 'til there's no seats left

You shit out wheat Chex, and fart out deep breaths

While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

[Interlude]

Who, that nigga 'Cris?

Aww, that nigga's aight

That nigga can't fuck with me, though!

Let me get on the mic

Nigga, who the fuck are you, nigga?

[Verse 2]

I be that nigga Bronze Bridges

Players wanna ball but go on strike 'cause of my pitches

They think I want they bitches

But I don't want no pigeons; yeah, pigeons can scrub my dishes

And y'all don't want no scrubs 'til y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention and'll never come out

Man, I'll cut your achilles tendon and put a sock in your mouth

'Cause we the shit in the South, Fate know what I'm talking about

You see we Jack and we Daniel—y'all Earl and Ralph

4-Ize, twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames

Not even Joshua can come to war with these games

These bitch niggas is lame and comin' down with the rain

You all wet behind the ears but it's a drought in your brain

And that's the simple-and-plain, man, three-W dot, shhhh...

Man, that dude Luder's got some hotter-than-hot shhh...

Well sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up

Before you get cut-the-cu-cut-cut the fuck up

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]

Hold on man, hold on, lil buddy

Y'all talkin' 'bout shorty, man?

Shorty up at the radio station, man?

Shorty be popping, man!

I'm saying, let the name be known!

Who y'all talmbout?

[Verse 3]

I be that nigga the Lova-Lova

I'm nastier than thinking about your parents sex each other

No glove, no love; better tell your dick to run for cover

So when lightning strikes, you'll be safe on a few rubbers

If you know what I mean!

Not everybody's Mr. and Mrs. Clean

Some get burnt like Freddy Krueger, sweet dreams

Girls "backin' they ass up," now they 400 Degreez, ha

Hot girl, trying to give to niggas up on the block, girl

Have you screaming, "Stop, girl!"

I rock worlds with my nine inch Louisville slugger

Still wonder why they call me Lova-Lova?

Self-explanitor-ium, ass valedictorian

I bring 'em Back to the Future like a '85 Delorean

The Luda drug emporium; on the counter prescriptions

You like my diction and my doctor/nurse convention

I place the stethoscope quite close to your titty

And have your buttcheeks red, man, like Uncle Quilly

[Outro]

See me!

See me! Hahahaha

CEO, DTP

Infamous 2-0, Fate Forrester

4-Eezy

Shondreezy on da beat

Playaz Circle,Tity Boi

College Park, nigga! Virgo, nigga! What-what!

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