Trina, Ludacris - B R Right lyrics

[Trina, Ludacris - B R Right lyrics]

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

YO! I want my ass smacked (Legs wide)
Front back (Side to side)
Pussy wet (Slip-N-Slide)
(Yup, everything gon' be al-right)

Wait bitch, I'mma blow my kisses
Get pissed and throw my dishes
Y'all niggas know just who this is
(Woop-woop) And the head so vicious
With me, this shit gon' cost, you short
Then that's your loss
You know this ass is soft
Make a nigga go to breaking off
Tell me that you love me baby and
Get high and fuck me crazy
Get a towel and wipe me off
You want a bitch with no type of flaws
My girls be shopping hard
These hoes be buying cars
In the club buying bars
Nipples hard in designer bras
All my niggas who getting cheese
Throwback and the crispy Gs
Moet, Cris on freeze
Laugh at a tab cuz this on me
Me and Luda in a Cut Supreme
Doing things just to touch the cream
So many names wanna fuck the Queen
I live a life like it's just a dream, UH!

YO! I want my ass smacked (Legs wide)
Front back (Side to side)
Pussy wet (Slip-N-Slide)
(Yup, everything gon' be al-right)

Hit it right behind jUMP! Give me the beat
Then I'ma make it bump
Tell me what you wanna hear, damn, yes it can
Trouble with your man, I'ma pop my trunk
You ain't seen no chicks like mine
You ain't seen no flicks like mine
Gonna make you
(UGH) next to the subwoofers in my 6 by 9
Tell me that you like it raw
Tell me that my dick is MWAH!
I might make you famous
And buy you watches by Maurice Lacroix
Tell me if it's new or old
Tell me if it's hot or cold
Let me know if it's black
And bold, say, "Ludacris, 6 million sold"
See I ain't got no time for games
And I ain't got no time for lames
How you loving my Southern slang?
Ooh, eee, walla-walla-bing bang
So anytime you need me call
Winter summer spring or fall
It doesn't matter, come one come all
Either get dropped or drop them drawers

YO! I want my ass smacked (Legs wide)
Front back (Side to side)
Pussy wet (Slip-N-Slide)
(Yup, everything gon' be al-right)

Diamond Princess, just mind your business
These rumors are senseless
Your whispers are endless
We living ghetto fab, we spending hella cash
This girl is hella bad
Your choice is trailer trash
Too much taste for whores
You saw me grace The Source
You watched me work the Vibe, bitches
I works for mine one time for these divas
Two times for these Visas
Third time I come, I'm breezing
The ice just keeps on freezing
Hold up, I'ma keep it going back to back
I'ma keep on blowing
Platinum plaques, keeping it hood, wet sex
Keeping it good
Look, girl, you don't know my angle
A hundred thou on a platinum bangle
My niggas will slow your roll, pussy power
We in control

YO! I want my ass smacked (Legs wide)
Front back (Side to side)
Pussy wet (Slip-N-Slide)
(Yup, everything gon' be al-right)

YO! That's right I'm back again
Round two, motherfuckers
That's right, I'm talking greasy
I'm a arrogant lil' motherfucker huh?
That's right, I'm rich, I'm that bitch
(That's right)
I'm bout to show y'all how to pimp this shit
I'm fucking niggas in the face
The game is mine, 2003, fuck that
Fuck all y'all haters, fuck
All y'all bitches, get a life
You got too much times on your hands
I want y'all bitches to get a job
Up your game, pimp your game up, baby
It's all about me this time fuck that
Fuck a dime, I'ma silver dollar, HOLLA!
Catch me when I come off tour, fuck y'all
I'm out

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