โหลดเพลง mp3 We Got - Ludacris

We Got - Ludacris
Written by：Chris Bridges/Howard Bailey/Bobby Sandimanie/Tauheed Epps/Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard

DTP we got them guns that go

Yea I'm all about that pistol player cold blooded killer
Niggas recognize my name I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until you all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggas
I 2-0 I'm like J-Lo going through niggas
DTP we ain't playing if you try to get our pen
AK's get to spraying like

Bottom line that mean I'm about it any ni**a want it doubt it
Bust you in the broad day on a street that's fully crowded
Come on a hole inside your chest just for thinking it's rap
And tell that pretty b**ch thug we got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting let my fingers do the walking
And that Uzi get to talking like

Hammers jam 'em snatch 'em grab 'em
Can the an and f**k 'em damn 'em
Press him man him scared him teared him kneed him up
Bake him take him beat him up I hate I hate I eat him up
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or what
Now it's just me and my nuts that's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them b**ches up like earl
Serving the club head shot scattered covered run scram 'em
I'm 38 hot with a pearl handle

And I'm throwing techs like a NBA ref
I got all gold guns like they came from I RAQ
Artillery could it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
And they ain't taking no more pictures if you snap I'mma click
Anyway plus I got bullets in the clip the size of lil fate
And I'm waving choppers like heli copters
You gonna need hella doctors when the glok go

Say on the set b**ch better watch your lip those tecs be quick
20 over thurr tity over thurr luda over thurr ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with we got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip I'm the wrong ni**a to flex with b**ch
Come on and test this my gun I'm having sex with sh*t
Put a bullet in in shoot it out got them long horns like texas b**ch
Look at my necklace maybe hit a ni**a disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like this now what

Who want that they f**ked when I cock and load the cake bust bust
You all cowards play tough and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
You all lives made up like ugly hoes with make up bra
We'll suit you up then toss yo a** in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like sylvester stallone
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for your dome
Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing
Peace to nick but my cannon go

F**k a medic we gonna call yo a** a taxi cab
Bleeding so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time of the month
AK47 for the niggas who's really
Looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killers in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggas and I ain't talking about fruit
I'll peel your cap back with the black MAC
'Til your back crack cock the gat back like clak clak clak
Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yo futures not looking so good tomorrow's not on your calendar
I do away with the amateurs they breathing too long
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard but my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greasy I'm starting the show
My uzi got a drum roll it goes