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Here's another one, yeah another one Trey, T styles Ciara Shonuff [Ciara] This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha cadillac White tees, Nikes, gangstas don't know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin on chrome Chokin on that home-grown [Bridge] They got the southern cookin, they got them fellas lookin Thinkin I was easy I can see it That's when i say no, what for? Shawty can't handle this, Ciara got that fire like [Chorus] Oh Round here we ridin slow We keep it gutta , you should know Gettin crunk up in the club, we gets low Oh Oh (oh) All ma ladies to da floor Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in tha club, we gets low Oh [Ciara] Ready? Take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin ball Still smoke, hundred-spoke, wood grain armor all Light skinned, thick chicks Fellas call em red bones Close cuts, braids long, gangstas love em all [Bridge] They got the southern cookin, they got them fellas lookin Wishin I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what for? Shawty can't handle this, Ciara got that fire like [Chorus] Oh (oh oh oh) Round here we ridin slow (we ride it slow, oh oh) We keep it gutta you should know (you should know) Gettin crunk up in tha club, we gets low (get low) Oh (oh ohhh) Oh (oh) All my ladies to the floor Handle it, ladies back it up (back it up) Gettin crunk off in tha club (in tha club), we gets low (get low) Oh (oh oo oh oh ooohh) [Ludacris] Southern Style, get wild, old skools comin Down in a different color whip, whip, whip Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick, flick, flick, flick, flick Call up Jazze, tell him pop the bottles, cuz we got another hit, hit, hit Wanna go platinum, I'm who you should get, get, get, get, get Ludacris on the track, get back trick, switch on the lac, I'm flexin steel Same price everytime, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels Could care less about your genius, I bump yo status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk rattlin, what's happenin, huh? I dont even think I even need ta speed Bass Travelin, Face cracklin, huh? Turn it up and make the speakas bleed Dirty south, we ballin dawg, and never think about fallin dawg Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is called [Ciara] Oh Round here we ridin slow We keep it gutta you should know Gettin crunk up in tha club, we gets low Oh Oh All ma ladies to tha floor Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin crunk off in tha club, we gets low Oh Oh Round here we ridin slow We keep it gutta, you should know Gettin crunk up in tha club,we gets low Oh Oh All ma ladies to tha floor Handle it, ladies back it up Gettin crunk off in tha club, we gets low Oh Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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