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Ludacris Incognegro

?Girl, we might has well see what's up wit these niggas? ?Hello?, ?Hello?, ?Yeah, what's, oh, oh, what's up?? ?Hey? ?Yo, this is 20/20, hey, hey, Cris

What, what, what? I, I, I Ok, come on, what What, what, what? Oh, oh, oh Get off me, but I'm on you all day Get off me, I don't think you wanna play

got his own Since I was a juvenile makin' cash money at home I'm from a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my road It's Ludacris signin' off till the

all this smokin' gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Get it right, Ludacris,

t work cause I'm steady gettin' jerked By my neighborhood, up to no good, where bad niggas lurk They urk me, leavin' effects that's too negative So Ludacris