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Ludacris

"Truffle Butter (Remix)"

[Hook: Maya Jane Coles]
You know (x2)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Yeah, think-thinking out loud
I can name a couple rappers biting my style
But I ain't even tripping, what’s a Bentley to a Civic
n*ggas never will admit it, give a f*ck if you're offended
Man that boy spitting, see a young n*gga winning
Eat you rappers up for dinner, oooh happy Thanksgiving
Oh lord, I'm a top shotta, block cotta(?), the cops got ’em
Promoters tryna to holler, just tell 'em its top dollar
I've been cool with it, I'm thru chillin', a new villain
I'm a lieutenant, you dudes finished, a young Lennox
You a Mike Tyse, you bite-bite, my flow nice
It's a bunch of n*ggas up in the crowd, you all hype
Why the f*ck is they minding? Mind on combat
Bar after bar, what you talking n*gga, Klondike?
Nothing never lesser than a mill if I sign that
Try me, Mutombo, oh no, palm that

[Hook: Maya Jane Coles & Ludacris]
You know (x2)
Yaah, yaah
Fresh out, ha
Luda!
DTP, hey
Ludaverses, aah, you know
Lyrical exercise
Another freestyle
Listen, ha!


[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Flyer than a G6
Another Luda verse, no, this is not a remix
Leak this; so wavy you get seasick
But that's none of my business, so Kermit tea sip
He sick, we’re flipping the sixteen
Addicted to getting cream, attempted to sip lean
But I’d rather take a shot of that Louis the Sixteen
That's right, I’m a fit king, see me on the big screen
April 3rd, Fast and Furious, doing these big things
Then dropping that Ludaversal same week, get me
My neck and my wrist bling from the money 'Cris bring
Black interior, but whip whiter than whipped cream
Big dreams into 2015 with steam
Cooking in the studio, serving to get fiends
Home makeover, the mansion is extreme
Game takeover, I'm balling to get rings
Groupie women looking, they trying to get seen
Money over b*tches, I'm trying to get green
Dirty South criminal trying to get clean
Checkmating pawns that’s trying to get kings, aah!

[Hook: Maya Jane Coles]
You know (x2)

[Verse 3: Drake]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm about is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
n*ggas see me rollin' and they mood change
Like a muhf*cka
New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
I don't trust you, you a undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters f*ck each other (woo)
Talkin' filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them n*ggas we ain't hidin' from it

[Hook: Maya Jane Coles]
You know (x2)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record
I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair right now?
Uhh, do you hear me? I can't let a wack n*gga get near me
I might kiss the baddest b*tch if you dare me
I ain't never need a man to take care of me
Yo, I'm in that big boy, b*tches can't rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist
Your whole style and approach, I invented
And I ain't takin' that back, cause I meant it

[Hook: Maya Jane Coles]
You know (x2)

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank, check in my account
Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account
Pretty ladies, are you here?
Truffle butter on your pus*y
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain't gotta tell your friend
That I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say "I know"
Can I hit it in the bathroom?
Put your hands on the toilet
I'll put one leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move
I just don't know what to call it
But b*tch you dancing with the stars
I ain't nothin' like your last dude
What's his name? — Not important
I brought some cocaine if you snortin'
She became a vacuum
Put it on my di*k like carpet
Suck the white off white chocolate
I'm so heartless, thoughtless
Lawless, and flawless
Smallest, regardless
Largest in charge
And born in New Orleans
Get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I'm gnarly
Drake, Tunechi, and Barbie
You know!

[Hook: Maya Jane Coles]
You know (x2)

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