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Correct Everybody Hates Chris Lyrics
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Sing along with me Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Okay now this is for the Gs and this is for the hustlers This is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered Spread 'em like mustard, canary yellow Now women in my face like hello Yeah, I'm sort of a big deal These Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel This five course dinner is sort of a big meal This Bentley gt can make Luda disappear Faster than David Copperfield mothafucka I'm talkin' five star tellies and penthouse suites Yeah, I'm just a playboy between penthouse sheets Hit the club and go and party with some penthouse freaks Party like Britney, Lindsay and Paris together Get in line and buyin' bottles that's taller than Chris Webber And makin' haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers 'Cause my ice gives 'em cold as if they under the weather But my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater, they better I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangsta fits Over twelve million sold I drop gangsta hits Live in mansions and drive around in gangsta whips You swear I'm 'bout to get into some gangsta shit Oh no, here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models, two bottles That'll pop like bubbles and when I get home The girls tops lift off like airspace shuttles And I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Sixty seconds till blast off My car got a face lift and took its mask off Tint so dark it look like I took the glass off The body was white for eight weeks Before I finally decided to take its cast off Now it's blacker than a bottom less pit You talk shit you'll end up with bottom less lip I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit Then I be with Bobby V on that anonymous shit And I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris I go for broke like tlc The hottest nigga on the mic, yeah I believe that's me Now all the ladies wanna give a lil tlc 'Cause Luda was set for life after three lps, yep Still countin', still climbin' the charts And rappers still talkin' shit like they was rhymin' in farts I cross the finish line twice, they still tryin' to start But my infrared beam will make 'em shine in the dark And I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Say fuck you Luda, fuck you Luda Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
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