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Ludacris » Potion
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	What up aye shawty what it is [repeat x3] [CHORUS] Lil Buddy whatcha want some violent shit 2 steppin laid back still wildin shit what up aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion [repeat x1] [VERSE 1] Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that goin back to the drwing board connect dots but can't trace that Matta fact erase that cause I'm this late track getcha face slapped and I'm straight so don't taste that try somthin different and shit I'm listenin and shit speakin about what hip-hop missin and shit I'm bout to feel aboard Ludacris born in illinois raisd in Atlanta taught hamma since I was a little boy ain't nobody like me so they wanna fight me fight me step to me now but it ain't like me people swear they sike me just cause he like skippy wit braids in his hair don't mean that nigga look like me trick getcha mind right livin in a limelight so picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a kondike Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama imma ghetto superstar [CHORUS] [VERSE 2] Only 75 I make but still a bigshot plus i gotta big clean everyday stay fresher than whats in a ziploc tell yo man to kick rocks when I make my pit stops I'm in then its hard to get me out like imma slip not Born to be a leader and not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got mo twist than Oliver And imma tell my hollower would i like to borrow her lips bringing out the best in me specially if she's a swallower freaky-deaky yellow man to all the lovely ladys that like to jiggle like jello man bigger booty small waist put'me in a small place and if it ain't no ass where im at then I'm in the wrong place bells like a bondsman but keep'em dancin like Bob Johnson who da hell is that in that fancy car tell yo mama imma ghetto superstar [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] Jump down turn around Pick a bell of cotton Jump down turn around Pick a bell of hay Oh Lordy pick a bell of cotton Oh Lordy Pick a bell of hay [repeat x1] Still workin like a slave Learnin tricks in da trade in da ghetto state of mind till im rich and I'm paid pickin records Like cotton in the thick of the day Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten and they send us away life no different that ozar minimum wage mo money but still locked in a similar cage either losers of tomorrow Now just that and theres really nothin missin to say but [CHORUS]
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