Cry Babies Oh No lyrics

Cry Babies Oh No lyrics

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Send "Cry Babies Oh No" Ringtone to your Cell Chorus: Ludacris - repeat 2X] (Oh No!) I caught him with a blow to the chest (Oh No!) My hollow put a hole in his vest (Oh No!) I`m bout to send two to his dome (Oh No!) Cry babies go home! [Verse One: Ludacris] I got people scared as FUCK like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin` eighty pounds of steak So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight You frostin` like a flake and Ludacris feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they`re face turns blue They can`t breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents I`m Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients When I kick and rip and flip an indespensable rhyme My black ass is so hungry I`ll take a bite out of crime And it`ll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke You see I crush cowards, funerals I`ll send flowers And I`m on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour [Chorus] [Verse Two: Ludacris] You see I`m ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands Delete your first steps, but I`ll save the last dance I just bought some new guns my mama said it ain`t worth it But I`m at the shooting range just `cause practice makes perferct Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives You run with niggas that`s more chicken then pot pies Bok bok bok I`m shakin your tale feathers I got big balls, I`m a SAC King like Chris Webber Luda` will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big TVs and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune `cause I flipped O`s like Vanna White And the servey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now) Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down) Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth [Chorus] [Verse Three: Ludacris] I kick niggas in they`re ass reboot `em like laptops And they wouldn`t even box if I gave `em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat `em in Scrabble You see I`m from a small town called Fresh out a cop`s ass Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed I smell puss from fifty yards Y`all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards Catch me in Vegas spinnin` the green I re-up with more chips than a vending machine Then you can catch me in Rome maggots in brauds and sticking `em And you`ll be at home picking your bougars and flicking `em A drug dealer`s dream, so fresh and I`m so clean I`m a grown ass man and you`re sweeter than sixteen So go and kick rocks peons you`re just rookies Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies [Chorus - 2X Send " Cry Babies Oh No" Ringtone to your Cell Cry Babies Oh No lyrics @ ELyrics | Cry Babies Oh No lyrics @ Kovideo | Ludacris Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Cry Babies Oh No lyrics @ Songlyrics | Cry Babies Oh No lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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