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[feat. Big K.R.I.T.] [Verse 1: Ludacris] Look, I make my own decisions Learn from my own mistakes My enemies they want beef but don't know what's at stake I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope I fiend for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bag I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows I heard it's a recession, while you hardly survive The hardest decision of my day is which car I'm a drive Roll's Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac' Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back This ain't no 760, bitch this an Alpiner Custom kicks chrome lips as deep as vagina And women lost for words, guess they don't know English No matter what language they speak they all know dinglish [Hook:] Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand (I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin; And don't you understand with the World in my hand If I ain't the shit SongtexteDon't you understand with this blunt in my hand (I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin; And don't you understand with the World in my hand If I ain't the shit [Verse 2: Ludacris] Now as the World turns spinning on it's axis My dick be brushing women's lips like chapstick They say it's cold on the outside So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the mouth wide Reminiscing on my days on the southside I made many leak and I ain't talkin' 'bout no housewives From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma From women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA! " From playing slap box to making the 'Lac drop To white neighbours swear I'm selling crack rock Eyes so low they think I'm Asian when I'm blazing Cause that purples on my chest like I'm playing for the Ravens Cadillac Devilles still rolling til the tires flat Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back Sunroof tar, wood grain wheel I sign for millions, ya'll would never get the same deal [Hook] [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T] I got a candy coated fetish, hoe don't you forget it But big big big let me wet it, it's that K-R-I-T stay besides me We can go get this dough, then we mind if you show me dime I promise you won't let go I got an old school and that bass big If it ain't on chrome than it ain't me And my mouthpiece colder than the ice season Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December Breaking backs as they cracking limber If that's your bitch than she can't remember I give her wood, she holla timber And the paint I play the sum or attention Television of a player with an intention to be rich? Well I hate to mention? Back again, one more time for the buck niggas And the thoroughbread that won't fuck with 'em And hanged on cause I stuck with 'em I ain't got time to waste hoe Didn't have shit now I make more than I can barely count Keep the thoroughbread shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em Yo chick ass been a bounce We still live from the underground Ain't nothing changed to me I put it down from the south, and body everything these lames claim to be Young Chris... [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania