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Some information about Catch Up Lyrics Title: Ludacris - Catch Up lyrics Artist: Ludacris Album: Back For The First Time Visitors: 8 visitors have visited Catch Up Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. (chorus) All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some niggaz just really don t give a fuck But some niggaz just relly don t give a fuck And all this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some bitches just really don t give a fuck But some bitches just really don t give a fuck Ludacris- Now let me be quite frank Cause I m that crazy nigga luda Always got a drink And I m steady smoking buddah I do the Evil that ll bend you when I get you I mma sit you down Then take it to the mental and essential and clown Every chance I get Bitch I m hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer shit I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I m ridin by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it s a sin And if ya tell me stop drinking I ll just do it again So when I get old i mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver (chorus) Infamous 2-0- Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos Steward ave. homes Niggaz from g-ro committed to slanging blo Doublin dough 24-7 Fuck po-po s I m blowin dro out the ac legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4 s like hank aaron Then ll smoke a l Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk up in the club Pretty thug Fucked up off head shots Sippin courvousier watchin hoes drop it like it s Hot Shaking tits and twats Placing big face 20 s and cock Loading clips and glocks Knowing we got the haters hot The ballin don t stop Just drop more g s on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga cause it s gon catch up (chorus) F.a.t.e.- Now wit the help of hen and coke I grab my pen and pad and wrote Something that I knew was dope And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke Wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it s 2-0 I m eastside s king But I m a writer with a twist of amaretta My shit even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he Bleed Could it be an icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out If it s hoes out I show out Call tyheed get dro d out There s no doubt I love my life Love the light Love to write Love the mic So take a drag Grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed Believe me it catch up (chorus) Git it right Ludacris, f.a.t.e. fullster, infamous 2-0, atl We are the dirty south s dirtiest. disturbing the peace. White guy- Hey bring on the bitches!! Hottest songs from Ludacris : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Puff Daddy Lyrics |
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