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Ludacris - Cry Baby Lyrics

Cry Baby Song Lyrics
Cry Baby by Ludacris Chorus

Ooooh noooo
I caught him with a blow to the chest
Ooooh noooo
My hollow put a hole in his vest
Ooooh noooo
Im bout to send two to his dome
Cry babies go hoooome

I got people scared as f**k like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin 80 pounds a steak
So put your belly on the plate and watch your weight
You frosted like a flake and Ludacris feels GRRRREAT!
who one come face me face come one who
and women give me face til they face turn blue
they can't breathe dick to mouth recisitation
a tight squeeze but it stops the lengthy conversations
I play stations, jump cops and lose agents
I'm doctor love, I close curtains and f**k patients
When I kick and rip and flip indespinsable rhymes
My black ass is so hungry, I'll take a bite outta crime
And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if i choke
neighbors call the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
you see I crush cowards, funerals, I'll send flowers
and I'm on the overpass flick pennies in rush hour

you see im ambidextrious, i slap ass with both hands
delete your first ____ but i'll save the last dance
i just bought some new guns my momma said it aint worth it,
but im at the shooting range just cause practice makes perfect
bulls-eye i stunt growth and stop lives
and you run with niggaz that's more chicken than pot pie *chicken noises*
im shaking your tail feathers, i got big balls, ima sack king
like chris webber
luda take ya back to duck hunt and double dribble
when niggaz sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickles
my cars got big tvs and satelittes
i got a wheel of fortune cause i flip o's like vanna white
and the survey says.. kill a motherf**ker now, could it be off with his head?
or shoot of motherf**ker now, ground round
ground chuck and ground beef
bullets gather round and shoot rounds around teeth??

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i kick niggaz in they ass, we boot em like laptops
and they wouldn't even box if I gave them a flat top
you punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble,
now they all lost for words like i beat em in scrabble
you see I'm from a small town called fresh off a cop's ass
where mister head potatoes a skin to get mashed
i smell puss from fifty yards
yall not playing with full decks as if i jacked out the jacks and left fifty cards
catch me in vegas, spinning the green
i'll ?re? up with more chips than a vending machine
then you can
catch me in rome macking some broads and stickin em
and you'll be at home picking yo boogers and flickin em
a drug dealers dream, im so fresh and im so clean
im a grown ass man and yall sweeter than sixteen
so go and kick rocks beyond, you're just rookies
headin downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

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