Pamela Cortes

Pamela Cortes - Oh-Ciara Feat.Ludacris lyrics

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This is where they stay crunk

Throw it up

Dubs on the cadillac

White tee, Nikes

Gangstas don't know how to act

Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes

Hummers floatin on chrome

Chokin' on that home grown

They got that southern cooking

They got them fellas looking

Thinking I was easy I can see it

That's when I say no.. What fo?

Shawty can't handle this

Ciara got that fire like..



Oh

Round here we riding slow

We keep it ghetto you should know

Gettin crunk up in the club

We get's low

Oh (oh), All my ladies to the flo

Handle it ladies back it up

Getting crunk off in the club

We get's low

Oh (oh)



Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into the bowling ball

Still smoke, honey smoke, wood grain on the wall

Light skinned, thick chicks

Fellas call em red bones

Close cuts, braids long

Gangstas, love em all

They got that southern cooking

They got them fellas looking

Wishing I was easy, I can see it

That's when I say no.. What fo?

Shawty can't handle this

Ciara got that fire like..



Oh (ooohh)

Round here we riding slow (we be riding sloww)

We keep it ghetto you should know (you should know)

Gettin crunk up in the club

We get's low (we getting low)

Oh (oohh woo) (oh)

(All my ladies keep it down to the flo)

All my ladies to the flo

Handle it ladies back it up

Getting crunk up in the club

We get's low (get low)

Oh (oh)



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 up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit)

Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get

Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha ‘Lac, Im flexin still

Same price every time, 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 genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel

Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh?

I don't even think I need to speed

Bass-travelin', face-crackilin' huh?

Turn it up and make the speakers bleed

Dirty south we ballin' dawg

And neva think about fallin dawg

Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is **called 



Oh

Round here we riding slow

We keep it ghetto you should know

Gettin crunk up in the club

We get's low

Oh (oh), All my ladies to the flo

Handle it ladies back it up

Getting crunk up in the club

We get's low

Oh 



Oh

Round here we riding slow

We keep it ghetto you should know

Gettin crunk up in the club

We get's low

Oh (oh), All my ladies to the flo

Handle it ladies back it up

Getting crunk up in the club

We get's low

Oh (oh)
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