Ludacris - Nutmeg (Freestyle) lyrics

Stay calm, this ain’t ‘bout to take long
Fake rappers meme muggin’ put your face on
I got some verses hot enough
To broil a steak on
It’s goin down, put your emergency brake on
Your time’s up it’s like your
Callin’ from a payphone
It’s like I stepped in the booth
And just put my cape on
In the Cadillac with fake plates on
We blowin’ bomb like the
Blunts filled with napalm
We got four bad chicks we bout to take off
Just tryna get they bottoms up
Word up to Trey Songz
Somebody call the doctor and wait for him
I’m gettin’ neck and she about
To need a brace on
I’m standing up so she can
Keep a straight face on
She got a ass you finna conjure case on
Boogie Nights
I’m the one the movie was based on
Entourage dyked up, I got my Vinnie Chase on
Let ‘em play with each other
Have a taste-off
Then I’m the last one in like the 8 ball
All up in they dugouts, no baseball
Splatter on they chests like I
Hit ‘em with a paintball
Now in the clouds like Nate Dogg
Smokin’ with my family guys, no Quahog
Catch the troy weed
Shit’ll take your face off rappers act hard
I guess they verses just play soft
Bitch ass nigga