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Viewing Lyrics for B R Right:
| | | Artist: | Ludacris F/ Trina |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | B R Right | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 85 | | | | Lyrics: | [Trina:] ass smaked
[Luda:]legs wide
[Trina:] front back
[Luda:] side to side
[Trina:] pussy wet
[Luda:] slip n slide
[Luda:] yep everythin gon be alright
[Trina]
wait bitch, imma blow my kisses,
get pissed and throw my dishes,
yall niggas
know jus who this is,
woo woo, and the head so vicious.
with me, this shit gon
cost,
you short? then thas yo lost,
you know this ass is soft,
make a nigga goto
breakin off.
tell me that you love me baby,
get hot and fuck me crazy,
get a
towel and wipe me off,
you want a bitch wit no type of flaws.
my gurls be shoppin
hard,
these hoes be buyin cars,
in the club buyin bars,
nipples hard its a sign of
braws.
from the niggas who gettin chese,
throw back in the crispy g's,
more
wet? crist dont freeze,
laugh at the tab, cause this on me.
me and luda in the cut
supreme,
doin things jus to touch the creme,
so many names wana fuck the queen,
i
live a life like its jus a dream.
[Chorus X2]
[Luda]
get it right
beother, jump,
gimme the beat then imma make it bump,
tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets
get cam,
trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.
you aint seen no chicks like
mine,
you aint seen no flicks like mine,
bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my
6x9's.
tell me that you like it raw,
tell me that my dick is plump,
i might
make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw
tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million
sold.
see i aint got no time for games,
and i aint got no times for lames,
how
you lovin my souther slang,
ooo eee walla walla bing bang.
so anytime you need me
call,
whether summer, spring, or fall,
it doesnt matter come one come all,
either get
dropped or drop them draws.
[Chorus X 2]
[Trina]
diamond, princess,
just mind, your buisness,
these rumors, are senseless,
your whispers, are endless.
we livin ghetto fab,
we spendin hella cash,
this girl is hella bad,
your choice
is trailer trash.
too much, taste for whores,
you saw me grace, the source,
your saw me work, the vibe
bitches, i works for mine.
one time, for these
divas,
two times, for these visas,
third time i come im breezin,
the ice...just keeps
on freezin.
hold up imma keep it goin,
back to back imma keep on goin,
platinum
plaques, keepin it up,
wet sex, keepin it good.
look girl, you dont know my
angle,
a hundred thou with a platinum bengal,
my niggas'll slow your roll,
pu$ss
power, we in control.
[Chrous X 2]
yea, thas right....im back again...round
two mother fuckers.
thas rite im talkin greece.lyricstop
im a arrogant lil mother fucker
huh?
thas rite im rich, im that bitch, thas rite.
im about show yall how to pimp this
sh!t.
im fuckin niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that.
fuck all yall
haters, fuck all yall bitches, get a life.
you got too much time on your hands.
i want
yall bitches to get a job, up your game.
pimp your game up baby, its all about me this time,
fuck that.
fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.
catch me when i come off tour, fuck
yall.
im out | | | |
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