Get Off Me Ludacris (Ft. Pastor Troy)
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[Intro: Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
Okay, come on, what
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
Oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh)
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
[Verse 1: Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
'Cause you way too dusty, and rusty, and musty
You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up
But you tell your folks to hold your jack up to back up (to back up)
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
It ain't nothin'
Ayy, ayy, watch out, watch out, boom
Call me the hit man, 'cause I make you wanna call time-out
Then I make your mom cry out, when I take your whole spine out
Then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya
And see you on home to your maker
You should give up now for talkin' shit like that
But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
I (I), I (I), I (I), I (I)
Okay, come on, what
What (what), what (what), what (what), what (what)
Oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh)
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
Get off me, but I'm on you all day
Get off me, I don't think you wanna play
[Verse 1: Ludacris & Pastor Troy]
You wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me
'Cause you way too dusty, and rusty, and musty
You betta shop that make you pop up from lock up
But you tell your folks to hold your jack up to back up (to back up)
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta' your room
It ain't nothin'
Ayy, ayy, watch out, watch out, boom
Call me the hit man, 'cause I make you wanna call time-out
Then I make your mom cry out, when I take your whole spine out
Then watch me take ya, and fake ya, and shake ya, and break ya
And see you on home to your maker
You should give up now for talkin' shit like that
But then you nothing, you garbage you betta' watch ya' back
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