Letra Catch up Ludacris

Catch up

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All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggaz just really dont give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly dont give a fuck
And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really dont give a fuck
But some bitches just really dont give a fuck

Ludacris-
Now let me be quite frank
Cause Im that crazy nigga luda
Always got a drink
And Im steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil thatll bend you when I get you
Imma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch Im hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when Im ridin by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know its a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking Ill just do it again
So when I get old imma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

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Infamous 2-0-
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward ave. homes
Niggaz from g-ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin dough 24-7
Fuck po-pos Im blowin dro out the ac legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4s like hank aaron
Thenll smoke a l
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippin courvousier watchin hoes drop it like its
Hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20s and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin dont stop
Just drop more gs on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga cause its gon catch up

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F.a.t.e.-
Now wit the help of hen and coke
I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo its 2-0 Im eastsides king
But Im a writer with a twist of amaretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he
Bleed
Could it be an icehouse put his lights out
Or the club get closed out
If its hoes out I show out
Call tyheed get drod out
Theres no doubt I love my life
Love the light
Love to write
Love the mic
So take a drag
Grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up

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Git it right
Ludacris, f.a.t.e. fullster, infamous 2-0, atl
We are the dirty souths dirtiest. disturbing the peace.

White guy-
Hey bring on the bitches!!