| AOWWWW!
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| I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
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| Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
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| Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
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| And y’all think I’m gon' stop? |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| In one year I got rich, now life’s movin so fast
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| But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past
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| Plus I’m the new phenomenon like white women with ass
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| And y’all prayin that I flop? |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green
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| In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
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| All these rappers wanna know what I’m gettin for sixteens
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| Try 80, want a discount? |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| See in just six months I infiltrated the system
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| If you find somebody better, then I’m sorry I missed him
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| Niggas hate givin me props cause I might use it against them
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| C’mon, get Ludacris out! |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| If you mad I’m on top, then wish me gone
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| If you mad I’m on the road, then wish me home
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| And if you mad that I’m right, punk wish me wrong
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| But after your three wishes — BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| It’s time to saddle up the Tontos cause I’m the Lone Ranger
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| I eat dinner with Jews but don’t talk to strangers
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| I’m just a few albums from filling your disc changer
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| If you ever think of stoppin me — BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| I’m a hustler by nature but criminal by law
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| Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
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| Next year I’m lookin into buyin Greenbriar Mall
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| You probably own a lot of property! |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| C’mon and take a look, he’s got gigantic balls
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| Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls
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| We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
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| I’m 'bout to go on vacation — BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| Shout out to Bill O’Reilly, I’mma throw you a curve
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| You mad cause I’m a THIEF and got away with words
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| I’mma start my own beverage, it’ll calm your nerves
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| Pepsi’s the New Generation — BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| My black people show me love when I’m up on the block
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| And Latinos always waitin for my CD’s to drop
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| White people love the flow, they say, «Dude, you fuckin rock!»
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| Yo' fans are my fans, right? |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
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| Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
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| It’s hard, other albums are softer than ice cream
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| Yo' scans are my scans, right? |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| Now Luda’s throwin up A’s, and I’m lightin up L’s
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| Around the globe gettin paid, you home bitin yo' nails
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| DTP, the only label that practice fightin ourselves
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| We probably gettin on your nerves, huh? |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| I been eatin and gettin FAT while y’all dyin of hunger
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| I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
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| Watch out, my album’s puttin up McDonald’s numbers
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| You over 6 million served, huh? |
| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
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| WHOO! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blow It Out , by - Ludacris. Song from the album Chicken - N - Beer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп