[Chorus: Ludacris & Bobby Valentino] I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Chingy] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Ludacris] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Verse 1: Chingy] Club packed, know I'm a be there all night Tired as hell, jet-lag, just got off a flight But that don't stop me Who? Not me Pop 1 bottles pop 2 bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P. 7, 8, 9, so they all dimes, O.G. Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right? Dirty lame look at me wrong? Tell 'em get right Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I'm lit right? 6's on the candy Range just so I can sit right Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price On the black card, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight? Man don't get ya shit sliced, yea I hope the fifth tight We tryna party, lil' homie don't mess up this night It's a D.T.P. thang, wall-to-wall, it's hype Me, Luda, and Valentine, we living this life
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[Chingy] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Ludacris] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Verse 2: Ludacris] Ching-A-Ling, I gotta car full of women And a truck full of beat Air full of smoke Le box full of heat Heat it and repeat it every day! If the cops ain't on my bumper everything is ok
What you say We cruise down the block Droolz on my watch Fools on my truck So turn this tune up a notch Cause my whip game's proper Bentley drop topper Clubs on Luda Drinks on shoka
Imma mash that woman Smash that woman Jump, shot, fake and pass that woman Over to Bobby V. And tell her to swallow he! Oops did I say that? Good oh golly me Cause it's Probably 3 more women in tha cut Talkin' bout tonight They tryna get Fucked up!
And who tha hell would I be If I ain't grant them they wish Well sure his hells not Ludacris Who is this that got they pockets on swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Chingy] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww)
[Verse 3: Chingy] My whip flash You my catch whip glass When ya boy dip past Man ain't none of ya'll cold as me My chick lash she ain't roll this past Watch that new six stash Why cant none of ya'll roll like me Don't get mad blame my momma dem Plus the Cadillac gangsta grill But don't call me Drama then My flows listen to em you my final summit then Is a couple celebrity chicks yeh I'm with them
[Chingy] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like...
[Bobby Valentino & Ludacris] I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy,(ahh yessir) baby thats (awww)
[Ludacris] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil' mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like...
[Bobby Valentino] I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby thats (awww)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
