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Ludacris - Phat Rabbit lyrics
I be that nigga named Luda AKA Lova lova Fuck that Shit Nigga what you wanna say One Time South Side lets ride And if you love what you do Do what you feel Then I know you gon mark my word I drop shit like birds And its about that time for yo ass to get served Just lay it on down Just lay it on down While we relax to the tight raps And the fat tracks That the nigga Timbaland put down Oh yes Lets get it on down to the nitty grit Don’t have no time for no petty shit Cause I got more dick than a little bit And time flies when I’m havin fun I can make a ho get like Forest Gump and just run Baby run I guess that they can't handle this The brother just too scandals If you don’t wanna get freaked Get up out my way just like in an ambulance Getty up getty up right on to the real And death to the fake And tell your boyfriend just to chill Don’t playa hate Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes While I kinda tell you whats I want to do (Hook) Let me touch it Let me feel it Let me grab it That fat rabbit (Verse 2) Fatter than fat Fat like a dub sack Showin em where that loves at So open up yo eyes and get a surprise like In Cracker jacks Pooh Nan Don Happy Giving up that nappy dugout Get the cut up then I cut out Why you standing there wit yo butt out And its always in the back of my mind Whatever the place whatever the time Even in college park after dark Im a get that sunshine Closer than close Closer than most then Im all up in ya For beginners give me a thigh, breast and leg Like Mrs. Winner’s And let dinner be served Can I get it on a platter Shatter yo blatter And put so much light in yo life Ill make the roaches scatter The wetter the better Im ready to get ya Got to have that rabbit like that cheddar So I could freak you like I just met ya Hot like a sauna get comfy like in a Cadillac Nic nack paddy wack Give a dog a bone jack Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes While I kinda tell you what I wants to do (Hook) (verse 3) Your love is supercalafragalistic You don’t know how bad I missed it If its broke then don’t fix it Yo stuff is butta like a biscut Reminisce like Mary I got to pop that cherry Kind of like that coochie You wanna be my hoochie Better than my adversary Don’t be so scarey I never thought that you could act up Make a nigga wanna back up Keep it tight for the night While I wet this track up So we can slip and slide Make you wanna dip and dive Trippin while we rip and ride Til I get you to come inside Got you where I want your ass In the case of an emergency brake the glass Keep yo eyes on the present And erase the past And be happy if we got more blunts to pass Get done up and run up In the guts of ya butt Don’t shake like it used to I wake em up like a rooster Take it slow not fast In a turbo buster No worry No hurry No pain no gain Better keep yo eyes on strain Cause ain’t a damn thing changed maine Sit back relax and just take off yo shoes While I gotta tell you what I wants to do Yeah (Hook |
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