Ciara

Ciara - Oh lyrics

Here's another one, yeah another one

Trey, T styles

Ciara

Shonuff

[Ciara]

This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha cadillac

White tees, Nikes, gangstas don't know how to act

Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes

Hummers floatin on chrome

Chokin on that home-grown

[Bridge]

They got the southern cookin, they got them fellas lookin

Thinkin I was easy I can see it

That's when i say no, what for?

Shawty can't handle this, Ciara got that fire like

[Chorus]

Oh

Round here we ridin slow

We keep it ghetto , you should know

handle it ladies back it up

Gettin crunk up in the club, it gets low

Oh

Oh (oh)

All ma ladies to da floor

Handle it, ladies back it up

Gettin crunk up in tha club, it gets low

Oh

[Ciara]

Ready? Take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin ball

Still smoke, hundred-spoke, wood grain armor all

Light skinned, thick chicks

Fellas call em red bones

Close cuts, braids long, gangstas love em all

[Bridge]

They got the southern cookin, they got them fellas lookin

Wishin I was easy I can see it

That's when I say no, what for?

Shawty can't handle this, Ciara got that fire like

[Chorus]

Oh (oh oh oh)

Round here we ridin slow (we ride it slow, oh oh)

We keep it ghetto you should know (you should know)

handle it ladies back it up

Gettin crunk up in tha club, it gets low (get low)

Oh (oh ohhh)

Oh (oh)

All my ladies to the floor

Handle it, ladies back it up (back it up)

Gettin crunk off in tha club (in tha club), it gets low (get low)

Oh (oh oo oh oh ooohh)

[Ludacris]

Southern Style, get wild, old skools comin

Down in a different color whip, whip, whip

Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick, flick, flick, flick, flick

Call up Jazze, tell him pop the bottles, cuz we got another hit, hit, hit

Wanna go platinum, I'm who you should get, get, get, get, get

Ludacris on the track, get back trick, switch on the lac, I'm flexin steel

Same price everytime, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal

And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels

Could care less about your genius, I bump yo status, I keep the stainless steel

Trunk rattlin, what's happenin, huh? I dont even think I even need ta speed

Bass Travelin, Face cracklin, huh? Turn it up and make the speakas bleed

Dirty south, we ballin dawg, and never think about fallin dawg

Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is called

[Ciara]

Oh

Round here we ridin slow

We keep it gutta you should know

Gettin crunk up in tha club, it gets low

Oh

Oh

All ma ladies to tha floor

Handle it, ladies back it up

Gettin crunk off in tha club, it gets low

Oh

Oh

Round here we ridin slow

We keep it gutta, you should know

Gettin crunk up in tha club,it gets low

Oh

Oh

All ma ladies to tha floor

Handle it, ladies back it up

Gettin crunk off in tha club, it gets low

Oh

Thanks to silly lil gurrel from the big apple for these lyrics

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