Ciara - Oh



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   feat. Ludacris
  
  This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac
  White tees, Nikes, gangstas don't 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 for
  Shorty can't handle this
  Ciara got that fire like
  
  Oh, round here we ridin' slow
  We keep it gutta, you should know
  Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low, oh
  Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flow
  Handle it ladies, back it up
  Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
  
  Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, head to bowlin' hall
  Still smokin', hundred spokes, wood-grain on the 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 for
  Shorty can't handle this
  Ciara got that fire like
  
  Oh, round here we ridin' slow
  We keep it gutta, you should know
  Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low, oh
  Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flow
  Handle it ladies back it up
  Gettin crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
  
  [Ludacris]
  Southern-style, get wild, old schools 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 cause we got another hit (hit, hit)
  Wanna go platinum? I'm who you should get get get get get
  Ludacris on the track, get back trick, switch on the 'Lac, I'm flexin' still
  Same price everytime, hot song, jumped on cause 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's happenin', huh
  I don't even think I need to speed
  Bass-travelin', face-cracklin', huh
  Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
  Dirty south, we ballin' dog
  And never think about fallin' dog
  Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin' back cause the song is called
  
  Oh, round here we ridin' slow
  We keep it gutta, you should know
  Gettin' crunk off in the club, we gets low, oh
  Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flow
  Handle it ladies back it up
  Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh
  
  




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