Example - Changed The Way You Kiss Me Remix Ft. Ludacris Lyrics

Example - Changed The Way You Kiss Me Remix Ft. Ludacris Lyrics:

[Ludacris]

Turn it, turn it turn it up (x2)

[Example]

I've never been afraid of the highest heights
Or afraid of flying now
I've never been afraid of the wildest fights
Not afraid of dying
But now I want off this ride cause your scaring me and I don't like where were going
I need a new fun fare cause your scaring me and I don't like where were going
And now you're gonna miss me
I know you're gonna miss me
I guarantee you'll miss me cause you changed the way you kiss me
Cause you changed the way you kiss me
[Ludacris]
I don't want it, you could have it back 
I don't want it, you could have it back 
I don't want it, you could have it back 
Cause you changed the way you kiss me
You don't know how much you miss me
Till I'm, till I'm gone,
When I met you, you had me weak
But now I'm, but now I'm stronger
I thought I was your mister right, but who's right
If you're missus wrong, throw example, example
Had to make an example, so we added a luda verse to this song
You changed the way you kiss me,
You changed your sexy style
You changed your walk and talk when I gave you an inch
You take a mile
On the road in the wrong direction
See you really had to know we're fine
I'm done with all your games
Matter of fact, who needs your ass?
[Example]
Our love feels wrong please wind it back
Our love feels wrong can't hide the cracks
I guarantee you'll miss me cause you changed the way you kiss me
[Ludacris]

Turn it, turn it turn it up (x2)

[Example]
I've never been afraid of the highest heights
Or afraid of flying now
I've never been afraid of the wildest fights
Not afraid of dying
But now I want off this ride cause your scaring me and I don't like where were going
I need a new fun fare cause your scaring me and I don't like where were going
[Ludacris]
I don't want it, you could have it back 
I don't want it, you could have it back 
I don't want it, you could have it back

[Example]
Cause you changed the way you kissed me
Our love feels wrong please wind it back
Our love feels wrong can't hide the cracks
I guarantee you'll miss me cause you changed the way you kiss me
I guarantee you'll miss me cause you changed the way you kiss me.

DJ Drama - We In This Bitch ft. Young Jeezy, T.I., Ludacris & Future Lyrics

DJ Drama - We In This Bitch ft. Young Jeezy, T.I., Ludacris & Future Lyrics:

Chorus:
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you’re sipping on
Cause we’re about to live… this bitch, what a fuck we’re tripping …
..they’re in this bitch
And they gonna put you back on place if you do some wrong!
We’re in this bitch (we’re in this bitch, yeah we’re in this bitch)
We got a section full of girls, and they barely speaking English!
Let’s toasted off to the life in our…

We’re in this bitch, we’re in this hoe
I got the forty on me now, the most…
…see the next to blow
You should see my … and light the…
..car transformer is in the transformer
We haven’t cooked the whole thing on a …
What about … on a…
Whole fifty for the… pay my gas bill
So many horses … parked in the…
Took the ice upon my cup and put it…
And this bad bitch with me form another planet
..and I can’t stand it!
Hey, baby girl… I’m talking with your mouth full, use a…
What the fuck, who to hail, flashback in this bitch, I thought I’ve seen the…

Chorus:
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you’re sipping on
Cause we’re about to live… this bitch, what a fuck we’re tripping …
..they’re in this bitch
And they gonna put you back on place if you do some wrong!
We’re in this bitch (we’re in this bitch, yeah we’re in this bitch)
We got a section full of girls, and they barely speaking English!
Let’s toasted off to the life in our…

You know how we handle shit, gangsta got it glamor it
Don’t want a lot of shit.. amateurs.
I’m walking up in here, I bought some dough…
Disrespect is… that’s the shit you wanna know
Niggers say it all year, but…
Call it the… and feeling go down, hoe
Pop it …. drown, hoe
..ain’t no broke niggers around.
So excuse me, who is he? …
Somebody go and get security!
… a lot of niggers hate you, boy
Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paper boy…

Chorus:
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you’re sipping on
Cause we’re about to live… this bitch, what a fuck we’re tripping …
..they’re in this bitch
And they gonna put you back on place if you do some wrong!
We’re in this bitch (we’re in this bitch, yeah we’re in this bitch)
We got a section full of girls, and they barely speaking English!
Let’s toasted off to the life in our…

I’m popping plenty bottles like I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr. Marcus, I’m on this bitch!
Super drank, super smoke, and some super hoes
..looking like we wanna fuck super …
Thirsty chicks, trying to give it, I don’t want it
You’ve been in more laps than…
Conscious what we’re drinking, faded ’till the world end
Never see me blinking, unless I’m on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I’ve been a stable in this other game
Got the best lines so I guess I…
My name is louder, you rappers need to hush more
My president’s … Mount Rushmore…
..blue pills, that’s my X-box
You can hate, you can … you can make a wish
But eight albums, and Luda still in this bitch!

Ludacris - Do Something Strange ft. Rick Ross Lyrics

Ludacris - Do Something Strange ft. Rick Ross Lyrics:

well, well, what do we have here?
still getting pussy from that gift i gave her last year
but it’s a new day, she want a … bull
so i showed her how the backseat of a … look
she talking handbags and gucci slippers
she serve me like a waiter and all i can do is tip her
talking about she needs some gas money
you better hop upon that pole and shake that ass for me
oh, hoe stop acting all …
know when you’ll give it up, … and i move it
big bucks, i got them
it’s amazing what they’ll do for a pair of them red bottoms

yeah, she says she needs some rent money
i told her hop upon this dick for me
she says she need to pay her condo
yeah, well i need some daddy long stroke
she asked me about her phone bill
i asked her to show me just how that dope feel
she says she need to pay tuition
well drop down to the floor and assume the fucking position

do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change

i told her, uh, uh jerome is in the house bitch
fuck the bed, we bout to stay right on this couch bitch
i told her if she hit it right
i’ll buy that iphone 32 gigabytes
oh, but now you say you wanting an ipad
well get naked bring your ass on one of my pies
need some helping moving out your old place
i need some help showing you my old face
now you need a backstage pass doll
well i need some backstage ass hoe
get with it…
what a little head will get you hurt and your nails did

yeah, she says she needs some rent money
i told her hop upon this dick for me
she says she need to pay her condo
yeah, well i need some daddy long stroke
she asked me about her phone bill
i asked her to show me just how that dope feel
she says she need to pay tuition
well drop down to the floor and assume the fucking position

do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change

she super sexy so i treat her to my wing stop
i’m trying to whip my dick and shoot off like a slingshot
we run the games all my whole fucking team hot
my job down and the same with your dream bout
i keep a pocket full of franks, time to work my magic
might take … bank, better check the balance
spray the chevrolet red like it’s from cincinnati
baby giving me head with superior talent
i pay for that pussy like it’s a rented car
i ring the phone, i grab it, all up in that car
take her to a spot she’s never been …
the niggers… and the winner’s lot

yeah, she says she needs some rent money
i told her hop upon this dick for me
she says she need to pay her condo
yeah, well i need some daddy long stroke
she asked me about her phone bill
i asked her to show me just how that dope feel
she says she need to pay tuition
well drop down to the floor and assume the fucking position

do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change
do sumthin strange for a little piece of change.

Ludacris - What You Smokin On ft. Wiz Khalifa Lyrics

Ludacris - What You Smokin On ft. Wiz Khalifa Lyrics:

What you smokin on nigga, what you smokin on?
What you smokin on bitch, what you smokin on?
I get so…….high

[Ludacris]
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up
Somebody wake me up!
So high that my eyelids low, kind of like
I’m in a coma – better shake me up
What you wanna do Luda? Shit, roll up
Might as well. AK-47 to the head
And we ain’t dead, we just high as hell
You don’t know about this weed, grass, marijuana
Cannabis, sativa. You may call it cheeba
Maybe reefer, Wiz Khalifa
Smoking on that ? or that anthrax or that blue dream
Spray a little cologne and my clothes smelling like
Versace Blue Jeans
Y’all smoking that puss weed, that dirt shit
That ragamuff, from smoking on that home grown
I pass out cause I dun had enough!
That sour diesel, that Northern Lights and that killer Cali
You see me out in Oahu, Honolulu, smoking that Maui-wowy

[Hook]

Don’t fret, y’all niggas need a better connect
You need to get your status up
Y’all smoke that stress, we smoke that shit
That won the Cannabis Cup
Now I’m higher than a satellite
Eating everything like a parasite
Now we in the ? looking for the baddest dyke
To run a midnight train train like ?
I’m higher than the prices of petrol
Higher than the balloon that you let go
Cause I’m smoking that loud in a middle of a crowd
techno
I got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana
Luda! Steady more Buddha than the Dalai Lama
Grand daddy purp, bubble gum or the OG kush
White widow or the G-13, that Irene got your homies shook
But that Jack Herer and the red got my homies right
Blueberry got me satisfied

[Hook]

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking on something grown at home
So I can blow O’s
Nigga I’m from PGH but all my weed from Californ’
Can’t find the remote control: that’s how you know I’m stoned
All you do is call me, I got all the weed, the papers, bongs
Brownies, ? and vaporizers, we could smoke em all
All these niggas smoking weed around me: it’s a smoke-a-thon
Crowded and my whip is partly cloudy cause we smoking strong
Who say you can smoke them joints? Probably cause you rolled em wrong
My dollar’s up, I’m getting up and I’m folding it
I’m lighting em, I’m hitting em, not holding it
I’m passing em straight to Ludacris and he’s smoking it
Security and a nigga that own the bitch..

Ludacris - Say It To My Face ft. Meek Mill Lyrics

Ludacris - Say It To My Face ft. Meek Mill Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, say it to my face
To my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face
Put a p-ssy ass nigga all in his place!
Didn’t your bosses ever tell you niggas you could be replaced
To the fans you’s a disgrace, got a problem with me?
Say it to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face
Put a p-ssy ass nigga all in his place!

[Ludacris - Verse 1]
Ay, got a chopper, kinda like a helicopter
For any nigga that think its sweet
And you better call a doctor
Have you shaking like a maracas
Dripping like this beat
Blood spillin’ like a faulty faucet
Plug his ass, ‘fore you end up in the host
Put the gear in reverse
Then you better hit the f-cking gas
You broke, now you bitter
But how the hell is a nigga start beef with me on his f-cking twitter?
You know where I’ll be, you know where I’ll stay
I ain’t that hard to find!
All upon my D, when the DTP boy, you’re sweeter than a valentine!
How can you call yourself a man, boy?
You’s Ludacris number one fan, boy!
Then you left, and you’re gone, goodbye
Lazy eye don’t miss you!
Then you signed to a nigga, who signed to a nigga, who signed to another nigga, smart move!
Boy, you dumb as hell!
You should take your soul and have an ‘end of the summer sale’!
But all your records my theme songs?
Why? cause I’m still shopping of your ring tone!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - Verse 2]
To you internet gangsta’s
Facebook hoes, e-mail bullies, I can see your camel toe
Instead of talking to a nigga straight up, you rather send a text
Well, I think you a bitch, and you should change your sex!
Hiding behind your phone screen, better run the other way
You playing for the wrong team
Thinking a booty ass, nigga
Oh, take another dude to the movie ass, nigga
I can see you’re Kit Kat, gimme a break, hit him in his face
How you keep it real when you know a nigga fake?
Better hit the brakes when you see me nigga shake
You going into convulsions, hater emotions and epileptic seizures
Put a nail in a nigga, your career is over, hang em up like Jesus!
Amen! Sayonara! Okay then
Next time you crying, tell a bitch, nigga!
But keep in mind, you’s a bitch nigga!

[Chorus]

[Meek Mill - Verse 3]
Put a p-ssy ass nigga in his face with that tooly on my waist like “huh?”
I put it to his face then I ask a p-ssy ass nigga how taste like “huh?”
He said it taste like nah (nah)
Told ‘em it’s a glock 10 though
Niggas thinking it’s been a game til the shots hit his body bend his ass like limbo
Give my shooters your info
Tell ‘em right to your place, put ‘em right in your face
Nigga like what you say?
Catch you night time and then brighten your day
Shots at your head, they don’t like what you say
Coroners coming to wipe you away
Thang you with jiggy? Here right the ?
Wherever you standing, thats right where you lay
Ya’ll niggas run yo mouth just like a bunch of bitches
P-ssy niggas talking just like a bunch of snitches
Lord be my witness, I ask for forgiveness
But if these p-ssy niggas keep running they mouth, I’ma give them the business
Heard you p-ssy ass niggas talking about me when I’m not around
Told another nigga, so he told another nigga and it got around
So I told the other nigga, go tell the other nigga, move out of town
Cause my dawg playing hard ball with the sawn off like you outta bounds

[Chorus]

Ludacris - I Ain't the On Ft 2 Chainz Lyrics

Ludacris - I Ain't the On  Ft 2 Chainz Lyrics:

i aint the one, i ain’t the one
i ain’t the one, i ain’t the one
i ain’t the one, i ain’t the one
i ain’t the one, i ain’t the one

get the fact boy

hook:
when you see me in the street you’d better dope quick
hell nah i aint the one you wanna f*ck with
hell nah i aint the one you wanna f*ck with
hell nah i aint the one you wanna f*ck with

i’m in the street with my strip club
all up in the club looking for the freak hoe
with them dope boys who make the best bucks
moving packages like ups trucks
.. in my stash bucks
i hear the botton in the billy makes this pass drop

your ..is too small gone shoe fly
this wanna .. that’s why ..mc’donalds ..
fresh pair .. i brought the mikes’ out
.. knock a nigga lights out
i was everywhere call me the butcher
i got a ak and i ain’t talking ashton kutcher

[2 x hook:]

three cellphone i will never answer
for girlfriend three i’m down
i’m doing show yours is getting canceled
on the type that .. coast so ..with the fountain
...
jury on ain’t calling as the president
two chain i ain’t ringin like a ringtone
me cap me total feeling like king kong
i aint the one bitch this my things on
going blunch back in force like
i’m going to the money i’m ..
..f*ck em on the .. she ain’t ..

[2 x hook:]

i got them ..form the ..she like my baritone
her name was tra she said well come to the terra ..
fell em drop here i’m the worst
all blue body lose the top on ..
hey in the strip club bring the bucks out
same way every day like the bus out
like on ranger no time know my ..
the ghetto is out pullig night duty
always exposed like ice tea white booty
pulla double ship i’m on my grind
watch 80 grants working over time.

[2 x hook:]

Ludacris - Save it for Another Day Lyrics

Ludacris - Save it for Another Day Lyrics:

save it for another day
i ain’t try to hear that shit no way
let me take two sips
and you can .. with that bullshit
lick me with that bullshit
kiss me with that bullshit

you look like an a .. nigger
gone of the liquor
if i fight up like a ..make him shake like the californian ..
where i go .. try to fake my ..
white .. extended features
i don’t go around .. like a fucking margarita
cops profiling but i am still .. hoping they won’t find ..
like niggers on probation i put it on the record
then i put it in rotation dancing .. cause the system got me .
so when they stop me for license and registration i am like

save it for another day
i ain’t try to hear that shit no way
let me take two sips
and you can .. with that bullshit
lick me with that bullshit
kiss me with that bullshit

.. we are about to blow
.. the streets are not .. so i keep it ..
even given day i .. like mariah
.. try me and you wish it for
.. i am handy with this . people think i am the savor
.. you just find yourself in a manage like ..
bitch get on .. he says

save it for another day
i ain’t try to hear that shit no way
let me take two sips
and you can .. with that bullshit
lick me with that bullshit
kiss me with that bullshit

Ludacris - Bada Boom Lyrics (Drake & Big Sean)

Ludacris - Bada Boom Lyrics (Drake & Big Sean):

[Ludacris]
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 bitch 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 nats 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

Ludacris - Can You Buy That Lyrics

Ludacris - Can You Buy That Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)

I could buy that!

Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)

I could buy that!

Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)

Awww, here this nigga Luda go again talking 'bout how much money he got

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]

Luda! oh no, don’t try that

Twenty million dollar crib muthaf-cker I could buy that

You can see me in a fly lap

Maserati’s, Lamborghini’s or a mutherfuckin’ Maybach

Lay back making pay stacks

Conjure on the rocks, don’t chase that

Buss all in your bitch face, and like Puff, tell her take that, take that!

Champagne by the boatload

Keep a bottle of a Veuve Clicquot in a choke hold

I’m rough I choke hoes, cockin’ a magnum like 44′s

Get it? I’m loco! I know people mob like no does

All night with the door closed

Women jumpin’ on my stick like pogo’s

Higher, my rubbers all rotate like tires

I fuck the bitch before I fuck you

Damn right I’m tired!

I’m filthy rich, bitch, go spend some mula

I went to the dealership and the Ferrari dude was like errr Luda?

[Chorus]

Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that) [x5]

I could buy that!

Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)

I could buy that!

Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)

Big Bank take Little bank nigga, I could buy that

Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)

Your money is my money

I can buy that!

[Luadcris - Verse 2]

I can buy that shit

No nigga can even deny that shit

Pull up at the light in a Harley and a Bugatti

Whatever you driving you better hide that shit

Oh, f-ck your life, kill yourself nigga

Go buy a casket, and kill yourself nigga!

You can find me freaking a Puerto Rican

Or down in Panama with the stamina of an athlete

Overlooking the women in Guatemala, Tahiti

They in bikini’s I’m running them like a track meet

Bloaw! Ready, set go, I’m so outrageous

Yo’ money is tied up, bitch my money is the dominatrix

Yo’ money’s funny, my money’s mean

Yo’ money’s scummy, my money’s clean

Yo' money is…stupid

My money is "get over here, finish him. haduken"

[Chorus]

Ludacris - I’m On Fire Ft Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics

Ludacris - I’m On Fire Ft Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics:

[Ludacris]
Look, I make my own decisions
Learn from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don’t know whats at stake
I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope
I fiend for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bag
I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows
I heard its a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car I’ma drive
Roll’s Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac’
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome lips as deep as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they don’t know English
No matter what language they speak they all know dinglish

[Hook]
Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;
And don’t you understand with the World in my hand
If I aint the shit
Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;
And don’t you understand with the World in my hand
If I aint the shit

[Ludacris - Verse 2]
Now as the World turns spinning on its axis
My dick be brushing women’s lips like chapstick
They say it’s cold on the outside
So like a dentist I’m tryna keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my days on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin’ ’bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women saying “hey chris” to “GODDAMN LUDA!”
From playing slap box to making the ‘Lac drop
To white neighbours swear I’m selling crack rock
Eyes so low they think I’m Asian when I’m blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I’m playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling til the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood grain wheel
I sign for millions, ya’ll would never get the same deal

[Hook]

[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 3]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe dont you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its that K-R-I-T stay besides me
We can go get this dough, then we mind if you show me dime
I promise you wont let go
I got an old school and that bass big
If it aint on chrome than it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking limber
If thats your bitch than she can’t remember
I give her wood, she holla timber
And the paint I play the sum or attention
Television of a player with an intention to be rich?
Well I hate to mention?
Back again, one more time for the buck niggas
And the thoroughbread that won’t f-ck with ‘em
And hanged on cause I stuck with ‘em
I aint got time to waste hoe
Didn’t have shit now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the thoroughbread shaking what the Good Lord gave ‘em
Yo chick ass been a bounce
We still live from the underground
Aint nothing changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Young Chris…

[Hook]