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    Bada Boom

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    Bada Boom

      About "Bada Boom"

      Lyrics for Ludacris - "Bada Boom"

      Big Bada boom, Luda’s in this bitch
      P-ssy niggas clear the room
      I came through the door, I said it before
      I’m the truth in this booth and you niggas all hoes

      Counterfeit rappers say I’m stealing their flows,
      But I can’t steal what you never made up bitch
      Y’all some duplicate rap cloning niggas
      I manufacture you hoes put on your makeup Bitch

      Let me explain, nothing’s been new since Big Daddy Kane
      Flows will get recycled passed around to different names
      But what’s the same, that every verse I spit is insane
      Got more styles than any rapper in the game, 11 years and still counting
      And ya’ll get a couple hit records, make some noise and have the nerve to start shouting
      Who’s gassing ‘em, they blowing smoke up your ass, you fired up but I’m just puff puff passin’ ‘em
      Until they roaches, buried in my ashtray
      Nigga burn slow, better pray like it’s your last day
      You lying to yourself, just admit it
      May not like the way I use it but you know you aint invent it boy
      Do your research before you make a claim so bogus
      Thats disrespecting pioneers in the game
      F-ck the fame but go ahead and get ya 5 minutes
      Then you front line cadets can report to your lieutenants (sir, yes sir)
      See I’m ya past, I’m ya future and ya present
      So watch ya f-cking mouth when you speak about a legend
      16 times platinum, 6 number 1′s
      So I can give a f-ck what you sold in ya first week
      You’s weak, softer than the Pillsbury dough boy
      Don’t make me expose the truth, you’s a hoe boy
      Don’t make me get on that Stomp shit and get back at it
      You rappers aint even in my f-cking tax bracket
      Why am I wasting my time
      Yeah I admit I get a little Ludacris with my rhymes, sometimes
      But my fans know the difference because “My Chick Bad” went platinum still winning muthaf-cka

      The nerve of you niggas man, you aint got enough medals on your jacket to address me boy
      Fall back in formation, y’all outta line
      I was told not to kill a mosquito with a cannon
      So the next time you gnats got a real problem
      Don’t be a coward like a nigga that used to be signed to be going on twitter rants and shit
      Nigga say it to my face

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