Catch Up Lyrics
| Song | Catch Up |
| Artist | Ludacris |
| Album | Incognegro |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Chorus) | |
| All this drinking gon catch up | |
| And all this smoking gon catch up | |
| But some niggas just really don give a fuck | |
| But some niggas just really don give a fuck | |
| All this drink gon catch up | |
| And all this smoking gon catch up | |
| But some bitches just really don give a fuck | |
| But some bitches just really don give a fuck | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy nigga Luda | |
| Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda | |
| I do da evil that men do when I get you | |
| I a sit you down then take it to the mentals | |
| Essentials and clown | |
| Every chance I get bitch I hit | |
| Not by no bullet or no pellet | |
| But the smoke from the cannabis | |
| Shit I might just be too high | |
| Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by | |
| Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin | |
| And if you tell me stop drinking | |
| I just do it again | |
| So when I get old | |
| I a rock, roll, shake and shiver | |
| Wit some blackedout lungs and a fucked up liver | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos | |
| Stewart Ave hoes niggas from G-road | |
| Committed to slanin blow | |
| Doubling dough | |
| 24-7 fuck po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend | |
| Running wit 2 strike felons | |
| And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron | |
| That will smoke an L bust shells | |
| And dare you to tell | |
| Walk up in the club pretty thug | |
| Fucked up off headshots | |
| Sippin some Covoce?watching hoes drop it like it hot | |
| Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock | |
| Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot | |
| The balling don stop just drop more G on drank and drugs | |
| Live it up young niggas cause it gone catch up | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| Now wit the help of Hen and Coke | |
| I grab my pad and pin and wrote | |
| Somethin that I knew was dope | |
| And represent for my kinfolk | |
| Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke | |
| A yo it 2-0 | |
| I Eastside king wit a Barretta | |
| Wit a twist of Almoretta | |
| My shit even come out better | |
| Grab a blunt put it together | |
| What a nigga really need | |
| Run up in the club and boe a mutherfucker til he bleed | |
| Remmy and ice house til the lights out | |
| Or the club get closed out | |
| If it hoes out then I show out | |
| Call Tyheed get droed out | |
| There 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 | |
| Hennesy and bad weed believe me it catch up | |
| (Chorus) |
| Chorus | |
| All this drinking gon catch up | |
| And all this smoking gon catch up | |
| But some niggas just really don give a fuck | |
| But some niggas just really don give a fuck | |
| All this drink gon catch up | |
| And all this smoking gon catch up | |
| But some bitches just really don give a fuck | |
| But some bitches just really don give a fuck | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy nigga Luda | |
| Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda | |
| I do da evil that men do when I get you | |
| I a sit you down then take it to the mentals | |
| Essentials and clown | |
| Every chance I get bitch I hit | |
| Not by no bullet or no pellet | |
| But the smoke from the cannabis | |
| Shit I might just be too high | |
| Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by | |
| Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin | |
| And if you tell me stop drinking | |
| I just do it again | |
| So when I get old | |
| I a rock, roll, shake and shiver | |
| Wit some blackedout lungs and a fucked up liver | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos | |
| Stewart Ave hoes niggas from Groad | |
| Committed to slanin blow | |
| Doubling dough | |
| 247 fuck po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend | |
| Running wit 2 strike felons | |
| And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron | |
| That will smoke an L bust shells | |
| And dare you to tell | |
| Walk up in the club pretty thug | |
| Fucked up off headshots | |
| Sippin some Covoce? watching hoes drop it like it hot | |
| Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock | |
| Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot | |
| The balling don stop just drop more G on drank and drugs | |
| Live it up young niggas cause it gone catch up | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Now wit the help of Hen and Coke | |
| I grab my pad and pin and wrote | |
| Somethin that I knew was dope | |
| And represent for my kinfolk | |
| Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke | |
| A yo it 20 | |
| I Eastside king wit a Barretta | |
| Wit a twist of Almoretta | |
| My shit even come out better | |
| Grab a blunt put it together | |
| What a nigga really need | |
| Run up in the club and boe a mutherfucker til he bleed | |
| Remmy and ice house til the lights out | |
| Or the club get closed out | |
| If it hoes out then I show out | |
| Call Tyheed get droed out | |
| There 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 | |
| Hennesy and bad weed believe me it catch up | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus | |
| All this drinking gon catch up | |
| And all this smoking gon catch up | |
| But some niggas just really don give a fuck | |
| But some niggas just really don give a fuck | |
| All this drink gon catch up | |
| And all this smoking gon catch up | |
| But some bitches just really don give a fuck | |
| But some bitches just really don give a fuck | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy nigga Luda | |
| Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda | |
| I do da evil that men do when I get you | |
| I a sit you down then take it to the mentals | |
| Essentials and clown | |
| Every chance I get bitch I hit | |
| Not by no bullet or no pellet | |
| But the smoke from the cannabis | |
| Shit I might just be too high | |
| Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by | |
| Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin | |
| And if you tell me stop drinking | |
| I just do it again | |
| So when I get old | |
| I a rock, roll, shake and shiver | |
| Wit some blackedout lungs and a fucked up liver | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos | |
| Stewart Ave hoes niggas from Groad | |
| Committed to slanin blow | |
| Doubling dough | |
| 247 fuck po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend | |
| Running wit 2 strike felons | |
| And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron | |
| That will smoke an L bust shells | |
| And dare you to tell | |
| Walk up in the club pretty thug | |
| Fucked up off headshots | |
| Sippin some Covoce? watching hoes drop it like it hot | |
| Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock | |
| Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot | |
| The balling don stop just drop more G on drank and drugs | |
| Live it up young niggas cause it gone catch up | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Now wit the help of Hen and Coke | |
| I grab my pad and pin and wrote | |
| Somethin that I knew was dope | |
| And represent for my kinfolk | |
| Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke | |
| A yo it 20 | |
| I Eastside king wit a Barretta | |
| Wit a twist of Almoretta | |
| My shit even come out better | |
| Grab a blunt put it together | |
| What a nigga really need | |
| Run up in the club and boe a mutherfucker til he bleed | |
| Remmy and ice house til the lights out | |
| Or the club get closed out | |
| If it hoes out then I show out | |
| Call Tyheed get droed out | |
| There 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 | |
| Hennesy and bad weed believe me it catch up | |
| Chorus |
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