Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song she asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
I know niggas that be funny like Chappelle
Niggas in a jail cell with a cell
He ain't do the crime he can't afford bail
Judge hit the gavel sayin oh well
That's why I ride for my people nigga
I was out for a minute now I'm back again
Oh shit lightskin actin black again
That nigga trash who the f*ck is backin him
Me and T skrt off and laugh again
Take the shoes off on this carpet
I wrote this in a 1 bedroom apartment
Killin shit
That's usual
Jet black like I'm flyin to a funeral
Work comin in it's comin through the mail
Take it to the grave never gonna tell
Smart boy I coulda went to Yale
But I got dope bars for sale
They lookin over they wanna be one of us
Man they used to make fun of us
Young Emmitt Smith how I run it up
We addin money man that's just to sum it up
I told Jag I'ma f*ck the summer up
Then the fall came
I'm Russell Westbrook they gotta cancel practice
When I start to take over the ball game
Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song
She asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
On blog sites ya boy in the article
How I met my last girl at the carnival
Then I f*cked another had another carnival
Overseas shit my life has been remarkable
I thank god every night I go to sleep
Wallet gettin bigger shit is gettin cheap
I play for wins
I play for keeps
Tyler is my brother conversation deep
Toilet paper man I been with the shits
Brett Favre I'ma cry if I gotta quit
He think he scarin us
He played his mixtape ain't no comparin us
Got em wonderin how I'm up right now
3 AM I'm up writin raps I'm really up right now
My girl in my ear she believe
All natural baby don't believe in weave
They throwin shots I bob and I weave
I miss uncle Del he ain't have to leave
Fake smiles that's my pet peeve
On vacay whole squad droppin leave whoa
Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song
She asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
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Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song she asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
I know niggas that be funny like Chappelle
Niggas in a jail cell with a cell
He ain't do the crime he can't afford bail
Judge hit the gavel sayin oh well
That's why I ride for my people nigga
I was out for a minute now I'm back again
Oh shit lightskin actin black again
That nigga trash who the f*ck is backin him
Me and T skrt off and laugh again
Take the shoes off on this carpet
I wrote this in a 1 bedroom apartment
Killin shit
That's usual
Jet black like I'm flyin to a funeral
Work comin in it's comin through the mail
Take it to the grave never gonna tell
Smart boy I coulda went to Yale
But I got dope bars for sale
They lookin over they wanna be one of us
Man they used to make fun of us
Young Emmitt Smith how I run it up
We addin money man that's just to sum it up
I told Jag I'ma f*ck the summer up
Then the fall came
I'm Russell Westbrook they gotta cancel practice
When I start to take over the ball game
Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song
She asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
On blog sites ya boy in the article
How I met my last girl at the carnival
Then I f*cked another had another carnival
Overseas shit my life has been remarkable
I thank god every night I go to sleep
Wallet gettin bigger shit is gettin cheap
I play for wins
I play for keeps
Tyler is my brother conversation deep
Toilet paper man I been with the shits
Brett Favre I'ma cry if I gotta quit
He think he scarin us
He played his mixtape ain't no comparin us
Got em wonderin how I'm up right now
3 AM I'm up writin raps I'm really up right now
My girl in my ear she believe
All natural baby don't believe in weave
They throwin shots I bob and I weave
I miss uncle Del he ain't have to leave
Fake smiles that's my pet peeve
On vacay whole squad droppin leave whoa
Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song
She asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
They play my song she asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
I know niggas that be funny like Chappelle
Niggas in a jail cell with a cell
He ain't do the crime he can't afford bail
Judge hit the gavel sayin oh well
That's why I ride for my people nigga
I was out for a minute now I'm back again
Oh shit lightskin actin black again
That nigga trash who the f*ck is backin him
Me and T skrt off and laugh again
Take the shoes off on this carpet
I wrote this in a 1 bedroom apartment
Killin shit
That's usual
Jet black like I'm flyin to a funeral
Work comin in it's comin through the mail
Take it to the grave never gonna tell
Smart boy I coulda went to Yale
But I got dope bars for sale
They lookin over they wanna be one of us
Man they used to make fun of us
Young Emmitt Smith how I run it up
We addin money man that's just to sum it up
I told Jag I'ma f*ck the summer up
Then the fall came
I'm Russell Westbrook they gotta cancel practice
When I start to take over the ball game
Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song
She asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
On blog sites ya boy in the article
How I met my last girl at the carnival
Then I f*cked another had another carnival
Overseas shit my life has been remarkable
I thank god every night I go to sleep
Wallet gettin bigger shit is gettin cheap
I play for wins
I play for keeps
Tyler is my brother conversation deep
Toilet paper man I been with the shits
Brett Favre I'ma cry if I gotta quit
He think he scarin us
He played his mixtape ain't no comparin us
Got em wonderin how I'm up right now
3 AM I'm up writin raps I'm really up right now
My girl in my ear she believe
All natural baby don't believe in weave
They throwin shots I bob and I weave
I miss uncle Del he ain't have to leave
Fake smiles that's my pet peeve
On vacay whole squad droppin leave whoa
Haters talkin bout me man that's ludacris
They play my song
She asked who is this
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
Reggie be that f*ckin nigga wait
Writer: Reginald Harvey
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