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that's my shit - ludacris lyrics

[hook: shawn jay/ t-ty boi (2 chainz)]
this the hardest beat i ever heard
that’s my sh-t, that’s my sh-t n-gga, that’s my sh-t
you see them 24’s on the curb
that’s my sh-t, that’s my sh-t n-gga, that’s my sh-t
you see them big blunts full of purp
that’s my sh-t, that’s my sh-t n-gga, that’s my sh-t
everything i got i worked for
that’s my sh-t, that’s my sh-t n-gga, that’s my sh-t

[verse 1: shawn jay]
shawn jay the type to break a ho, young chasin major dough
cut the check with dtp, now chickens try and play me close
ballin in the mall with chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes
turn your lady to a bopper, watch how i take your ho
n-ggas see i get that money, now they wanna wait to blow
underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow
put georgia on your mind and now i’m ridin on the radio
your -ss ain’t no dj, my advise stop playin me folk

[verse 2: smoke]
i’m ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin
in my plastic sack, i got more purple than baby bops buddy
so materialistic, we’re chopping early today
what rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet
15’s in the back blasting, peep the candy as i p-ss em
watch the chamillion paint flop, like chingy’s last album
cocoa chanelle frames, on woodgrain
old grain blown thangs on my hip, but that’s the clips

[hook]

[verse 3: dolla boy]
i’m married to the streets and this beef sh-t’s apart of it
jumped out with heat, n-ggas didn’t want no parts of it
pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something
f-ckin all these n-ggas hoes, that ain’t ever dawned on me
tired of the fussin, b-tches blushin, bumrushin
the car treat me like a star but i ain’t done nuttin
summer almost over with but i ain’t done frontin
they hate we gettin money, we gon make these n-ggas love it

[verse 4: t-ty boi (2 chainz)]
pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes
makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes
three fifty seven glock, nine, a tech twenty two
everything i ride in on at least twenty twos
this hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones
they play it in their chevy loud plus it’s a club song
that’s seven fourty five, that’s my whip
the biggest house in the neighborhood, that’s my sh-t

[hook]

[verse 4: perfect harmony]
i get high like cooley, ruling with the toolin
on a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty
n-ggas all flashy, showing off their jewelry
til i shoot it through their heart like cupid
give it to ’em raw like sushi, then i’m back on the groupies
young n-gga with a gun n-gga, norfclik where i’m from n-gga
shut up and roll that blunt n-gga and i don’t even stunt n-gga
quiet cause i hit them lips, roll up on a n-gga with a clip now that’s my sh-t

[verse 5: ludacris]
i may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy
comin down topping blades, call me the last samurai
i’ll cut cha, gun b-tt cha, knuck ya then buck ya
it calls for hammer time if you think we can’t touch ya
cause we too legit to quit, n-gga run up on your cl!ck n-gga
not action heroes but we all making six figures
so put your choice to it, women get moist to it
a songs worth a million once i lend my f-cking voice to it

[hook]

- ludacris lyrics

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