Letra de Potion

What up aye shawty what it is
[repeat 3x]

[CHORUS]
Lil Buddy whatcha want some violent ----
2 steppin laid back still wildin ---- what up
aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of
this and put yo back in motion
[repeat 1x]

[VERSE 1]
Man I´m like a needle in a haystack so face
that goin back to the drwing board connect dots
but can´t trace that Matta fact erase that cause
I´m this late track getcha face slapped and I´m
straight so don´t taste that try somthin different and -
I´m listenin and ---- speakin about
what hip-hop missin and ----
I´m bout to feel aboard Ludacris born in illinois raisd in Atlanta
taught hamma since I was a little boy ain´t
nobody like me so they wanna fight me fight me step
to me now but it ain´t like me people
swear they sike me just cause he like skippy wit braids in
his hair don´t mean that -----
look like me trick getcha mind right livin in a limelight so
picture what they´ll do for my jimmy
and a kondike Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama imma ghetto
superstar

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[VERSE 2]
Only 75 I make but still a bigshot plus
i gotta big clean everyday stay fresher than whats in
a ziploc tell yo man to kick rocks when
I make my pit stops I´m in then its hard to get me out
like imma slip not Born to be a leader and
not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got mo
twist than Oliver And imma tell my hollower would
i like to borrow her lips bringing out the best
in me specially if she´s a swallower freaky-deaky
yellow man to all the lovely ladys that like to
jiggle like jello man bigger booty small waist
put´me in a small place and if it ain´t no ass
where im at then I´m in the wrong place bells like
a bondsman but keep´em dancin like Bob
Johnson who da hell is that in that fancy car tell
yo mama imma ghetto superstar

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[VERSE 3]
Jump down turn around
Pick a bell of cotton
Jump down turn around
Pick a bell of hay
Oh Lordy pick a bell of cotton
Oh Lordy Pick a bell of hay
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Still workin like a slave
Learnin tricks in da trade in da ghetto state of mind
till im rich and I´m paid pickin records
Like cotton in the thick of the day
Till I´m spoiled and I´m rotten and they send us
away life no different that ozar minimum wage
mo money but still locked in a similar
cage either losers of tomorrow Now just that and theres
really nothin missin to say but

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