Ludacris Woozy Lyrics
Woozy Lyrics
Ludacris
- Kel, Cris
- And we just clubbin' on some smooth, shhh
- Ludacris, can't hide or deny
- That I wanna get you down to them Vickie Secrets
- And your body, I won't misguide mistreat or mislead it
- Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it
- Number one shaker, like Vicks Vapor, I wanna *** rub it
- Louisville, slug it, hit 'em with a right left, it's gone
- Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and it's gone be on
- Soul Train, wood *** from me
- No pain, no gain, it's so plain to see
- They be like, "I've been feelin' kinda stressed, can you blow my back out?"
- And I'm like, "Yeah but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
- When I get done, it's smooth sailin' once I pull that 'Lac out
- Next destination, I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse
- And 1, have fun, when you chillin' with Ludi
- We'll slow grind and slow jams while I'm feelin' yo' booty
- We'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that ***
- You so fine, I'm so sad that you feelin' so woozy
- Got you feelin' woozy, baby, baby
- And that's hows it gon' be when I take you from the club
- To the crib on dubs and I get you in the bed with me
- You're so pretty and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready
- Girl, I'm surprised you this nasty
- But it's cool 'cause I always wanted to go *** on a girl
- That reminds me of me
- So get upstairs, get yo' clothes off, get them sexy legs legs in a 'V'
- Your vision blurry as if you were seein' two of me
- You're so fine, I'm so sad that you feelin' so woozy
- Bein' with you make me feel like I just hit the lotto
- Other girls, I give 'em a shoulder colder than Chicago
- But in ya center, I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo
- And I'd get it, I'd bit it, I'd split it, I'd hit it up in the Tahoe
- Bravo, make, make, make it clap, I'd break, break, break ya back
- Then tuck, tuck, tuck you in so you can take, take, take a nap
- Then back to makin' dividends, I'm in the wind
- Somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gilligan
- Sippin' on a Pina Colada, little mama, I'mma make ya holla
- How does it sounds when you makin' love on top of a million dollars?
- I can only imagine, let's make it real, baby
- Like D'Angelo, 'How Does It Feel', baby
- I know I talk a lot *** but I can back it up, up, up
- Like B.B.D., flip it, rub it down, smack it up, up, up
- You so bad when you call me for duty
- You so fine, I'm so sad that you feelin' so woozy
- Got you feelin' woozy, baby, baby
- And that's hows it gon' be when I take you from the club
- To the crib on dubs and I get you in the bed with me
- You're so pretty and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready
- Girl, I'm surprised you this nasty
- But it's cool 'cause I always wanted to go *** on a girl
- That reminds me of me
- So get upstairs, get yo' clothes off, get them sexy legs legs in a 'V'
- Your vision blurry as if you were seein' two of me
- You're so fine, I'm so sad that you feelin' so woozy
- Don't get caught up with the gossip, them chicks is jockin', girl
- They just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin' ya world
- Hey girl, hey friend, how you doin', where you been?
- Enough of that talkin', let's begin, break it in
- Shake and spin, take it in, say amen
- Then I'll make you say goodness gracious
- Look me in the eye and make them nasty faces
- I'm so glad that your body's so juicy
- You so fine, I'm so sad that you feelin' so woozy
- Got you feelin' woozy, baby, baby
- And that's hows it gon' be when I take you from the club
- To the crib on dubs and I get you in the bed with me
- You're so pretty and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready
- Girl, I'm surprised you this nasty
- But it's cool 'cause I always wanted to go *** on a girl
- That reminds me of me
- So get upstairs, get yo' clothes off, get them sexy legs legs in a 'V'
- Your vision blurry as if you were seein' two of me
- You're so fine, I'm so sad that you feelin' so woozy
- Girl, said your body is what I want
- I'll be makin' ya scream and moan
- Girl, let's get on up out this club
- Get you to my home
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