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Some information about The Potion Lyrics Title: Ludacris - The Potion lyrics Artist: Ludacris Album: The Red Light District Visitors: 4 visitors have visited The Potion Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. What up aye shawty what it is[repeat 3x[CHORUSLil Buddy whatcha want some violent shit 2 steppin laid back still wildin shit what upaye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion[repeat 1x[VERSE 1Man I m like a needle in a haystack so face that goin back to the drwing board connect dotsbut can t trace that Matta fact erase that cause I m this late track getcha face slapped and I mstraight so don t taste that try somthin different and shit I m listenin and shit speakin aboutwhat hip-hop missin and shit I m bout to feel aboard Ludacris born in illinois raisd in Atlantataught hamma since I was a little boy ain t nobody like me so they wanna fight me fight me stepto me now but it ain t like me people swear they sike me just cause he like skippy wit braids inhis hair don t mean that nigga look like me trick getcha mind right livin in a limelight sopicture what they ll do for my jimmy and a kondike Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama imma ghettosuperstar[CHORUS[VERSE 2Only 75 I make but still a bigshot plus i gotta big clean everyday stay fresher than whats ina ziploc tell yo man to kick rocks when I make my pit stops I m in then its hard to get me outlike imma slip not Born to be a leader and not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got motwist than Oliver And imma tell my hollower would i like to borrow her lips bringing out the bestin me specially if she s a swallower freaky-deaky yellow man to all the lovely ladys that like tojiggle like jello man bigger booty small waist put me in a small place and if it ain t no asswhere im at then I m in the wrong place bells like a bondsman but keep em dancin like BobJohnson who da hell is that in that fancy car tell yo mama imma ghetto superstar[CHORUS[VERSE 3Jump down turn aroundPick a bell of cottonJump down turn aroundPick a bell of hayOh Lordy pick a bell of cottonOh Lordy Pick a bell of hay[repeat 1xStill workin like a slaveLearnin tricks in da trade in da ghetto state of mind till im rich and I m paid pickin recordsLike cotton in the thick of the dayTill I m spoiled and I m rotten and they send us away life no different that ozar minimum wagemo money but still locked in a similar cage either losers of tomorrow Now just that and theresreally nothin missin to say but[CHORUS Hottest songs from Ludacris : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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