Butter.Atl Ludacris

[Intro]
(Banks made this)

[Verse 1]
It's the return
Ain’t nobody messin' with a brother named Luda', no matter how hard you try
Top 5 dead or alive, look in my eyes, realize I ain’t tellin' no lies, I
Came in the game with a chip on my shoulder, had to brush it off
A couple million dollars worth of drip, but I'm cut from a different cloth
Tell my competition lay low
I'm in the booth and over my head, you can see a halo
Why am I the best? 'Cause I say so
And every record, every plaque, every win 'cause this my every day flow
Put a crown on the man with the mic in his hand from Atlanta because there'll never be another
Ludacris spreadin' my gift like Jif
And I’m stuck in your grill like peanut butter, I’m on

[Chorus]
Ice givin' me the chills
The drank, I never let it spill
Mouth wide, how It feel?
Let me see you show your grill
Let me see you show your grill
Let me see you show your grill
Hit the block, new whip
Let me see you show your grill
Ice givin’ me the chills
The drank, I never let it spill
Mouth wide, how It feel?
Let me see you show your grill
Let me see you show your grill
Let me see you show your grill
Hit the block, new whip
Let me see you show your grill