
Stand Up Ludacris (Ft. Shawnna)
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[Intro: Ludacris & Shawnna]
Stand up! (Ah)
Stand up! (Yeah)
Stand up! (Ah)
Stand up! (Uh)
[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
How you ain't gon' fuck?! Bitch, I'm me!
I'm the goddamn reason you in VIP
CEO, you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
Blaow! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry them out
Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless
It feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace
I pulled up with a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks, ahh
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong? The club and the moon is full
And I'm looking for a thick, young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get them out of them pants
Take note to the brand new dance
Like this
Stand up! (Ah)
Stand up! (Yeah)
Stand up! (Ah)
Stand up! (Uh)
[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna]
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
When I move, you move, just like that?
Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
How you ain't gon' fuck?! Bitch, I'm me!
I'm the goddamn reason you in VIP
CEO, you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
Blaow! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry them out
Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless
It feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace
I pulled up with a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks, ahh
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong? The club and the moon is full
And I'm looking for a thick, young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get them out of them pants
Take note to the brand new dance
Like this
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