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Viewing Lyrics for CATCH UP:



Artist:Ludacris
No album artwork found
Album:Unknown
Track:CATCH UP
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:188
 
Lyrics:Chorus)
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But
some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck


And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some
bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck


(Ludacris)
Now let me be quite Frank
Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda

Always got a drink
And I'm steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil that'll bend you
when I get you
I'mma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown

Every chance I get
Bitch I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the
smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up
when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell
me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver

With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

Chorus


(Infamous 2-0)
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes

Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm
blowin' dro out the Ac Legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank
Aaron
Then'll smoke a L
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the
club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes
drop it like it's
hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20's and cock

Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin' don't stop

Just drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up


Chorus

(F.A.T.E.)
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I
grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my
kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's
2-0 I'm Eastside's King
But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta
My shit even come
out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the
club and blow a motherfucker til he
bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the club get closed out
If it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd
out
There's no doubt I love my life
Love the light
Love to write
Love
the mic
So take a drag
Grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed

Believe me it catch up

Chorus

(F.A.T.E.)
Git it right

Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing
the peace.

(White guy)
Hey bring on the bitches
 
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