Only (Freestyle)

[Verse]

I stick to the script like bubble gum, bitch, call me big league chew

Got a big body Benz and some big booty bitches

That’s what us niggas in the big leagues do

When I pull up at the lights tell your girl she better not look over

Or the bitch’ll start droolin’

We could handle it like a couple of gentlemen

Or get into some gangsta shit if she start choosin’

Ludacris you can call me Goldie

Mackin’ all in my blood, pimpin’ hereditary

First place, first class, first serve, first everything

All of you other niggas is secondary

Nothin’ to it but to do it I get a woman and break it down into pieces

She be bowing her head and be down on her knees so much

You would think she be talkin’ to Jesus

Amen, Hallelujah, good God! Preach!

When it come to a verse or a song

I’m an animal, matter fact I’m a muthafuckin’ beast

And I won’t stop til I get everybody in the industry to bow down

And these niggas want beef

So I’m tellin’ every rapper that Ludacris bout to chow down

I’m a OG in the southern part of America

Music bumpin’ up and down all in your stereo

You rappers is nothing but shit up in kitty litter

Pussy, I’m bout to bury ya

Airin’ ya out, carry ya out, carry about your business

Get smoked out and roll one

OG to another OG, “what’s up OG?” It takes one to know one

Ain’t put an album out in a minute

Been watching these rappers up in the D-League

Plus I’m still spendin’ money off my 1st, 2nd, 3rd

4th, 5th, 6th and 7th CDs

Oh, I lost count nigga, just a young playa from the south nigga

Every album went gold or platinum

So get some certified plaque and wash your mouth nigga, hold up

You weak rappers havin’ no luck, you showin’ in and showin’ out

And at your shows no one shows up

Meanwhile I’m doin’ donuts in a Lambourghini

I’m the master, bow down like [?]

But call me Leroy, cause I got that glow and you know that

Aw, bitin’ ass nigga get a hard ass verse

Somebody gon be like sound like Ludacris wrote that