Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Ludacris - Catch up ------------------------------------------ [Chorus] All this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some niggaz just really donīt give a fuck But some niggaz just relly donīt give a fuck And all this drinking gon catch up And all this smoking gon catch up But some bitches just really donīt give a fuck But some bitches just really donīt give a fuck [Ludacris] Now let me be quite Frank Cause Iīm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink And Iīm steady smoking buddah I do the Evil thatīll bend you when I get you Iīmma sit you down Then take it to the mental and essential and clown Every chance I get Bitch Iīm hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer shit I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when Iīm ridinī by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know itīs a sin And if ya tell me stop drinking Iīll just do it again So when I get old Iīmma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver [Chorus] [Infamous 2-0] Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos Steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo Doublinī dough 24-7 Fuck po-poīs Iīm blowinī dro out the Ac Legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4īs like Hank Aaron Thenīll smoke a L Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk up in the club Pretty thug Fucked up off head shots Sippinī Courvousier watchinī hoes drop it like itīs hot Shaking tits and twats Placing big face 20īs and cock Loading clips and glocks Knowing we got the haters hot The ballinī donīt stop Just drop more Gīs on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga cause itīs gonī catch up [Chorus] [F.A.T.E.] Now wit the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pen and pad and wrote Something that I knew was dope And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a hoe until she broke Wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo itīs 2-0 Iīm Eastsideīs King I came with a Beretta with a twist of Amaretta My shit even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he bleed Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out If itīs hoes out I show out Call Tyheed get Droīd out Thereīs no doubt I love my life Love the light Love to write Love the mic So take a drag Grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed Believe me it catch up [Chorus] [F.A.T.E.] Git it right Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty southīs dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.