[Preacher]
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sister, mother so glad to see you
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so glad your parol came through
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so glad everybody came out this morning
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we reading from the book of hush, today
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verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody
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good to see all of you came out this morning
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even though some of you just leave at one twelve
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smellin like booty, and hennessee, come on
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cabasille double shots, ha-hah, it dont matter!
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[Chorus]
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Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing
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Aint gone be no talking, while Im doing my thang
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Keep it on the hush, dont say nothing
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Aint gone be no talking, while Im doing my thang
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[Ludacris]
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Im loving the way your legs go so far back, your one of those flexible girls
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I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this world
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But never the less in this world, Im just proffesional girl
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I teach 'em a lesson, have 'em stressin and confessin the girl
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How good it was, and how good it could be, if they just tried it
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Taking my double dosage skip the daily dick diet
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T-ried it, they so excited, and cant hide it
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Im trying to do my thang, but you gotta be quiet
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Now even when i just come in your house
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and cover your mouth because your momma is home
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You grippin' the sheets and making a effort not to holler and moan
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You got to keep it on the hush, cause we in no rush
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You tellin' me its the little things that mean so much
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And its an illusion to think you can match what I can do best
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So if ya man call, tell him to put some hair on his chest
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But he dont even have to know, we keepin it on the low
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You walking it like a dog, and stay working it like a pro, so..
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Imma taste ya neck, and begin to nibble around your earlobes
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Down to your belly button, then im un-snappin' your bra
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thinkin' your titties are tryna tell me somethin
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Hard nipples, colder then ice-sicles
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Workin' it with my tounge, you can just tell me if it tickles
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Freaky deaky kinda sneaky, Ludacris and the gang
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Disturbin' the peace, we runnin' the streets and steady slangin' them thangs
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But you gotta keep the noise down, in order to keep the boy down
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Its joy all around, and you know how it sounds, if you just..
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[Chorus - repeat til fade]
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[Preacher]
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As the crime scene evolves, the doors are open, the doors are open
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Look at you sister Johnson in the front row
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with thongs on, your legs open tryna tempt me
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keep it on the hush, i'll be over at about seven o'clock
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keep it on the hush, shhh
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Keep It On The Hush
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| Ludacris |
