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Ciara - Oh lyrics
(feat. Ludacris) [Verse 1:] This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin on chrome Chokin' on that home-grown They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like [Hook:] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, you should know Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh [Verse 2:] Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, bowlin' ball Still smoke unemsmote(?), wood-grain on tha wall Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Wishin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like [Hook:] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, you should know Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh [Rap (Luda):] Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin?down in a different color whip (whip, whip) Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit) Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha 慙ac, Im flexin still Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk-rattlin?what抯 happenin? huh? I don抰 even think I need to speed Bass-travelin? face-crackilin?huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty south we ballin?dawg And neva think about fallin dawg Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is cold [Hook: (2x)] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, you should know Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh |
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