44 Bars Lyrics – Ludacris

Read the full 44 Bars lyrics by Ludacris along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ludacris’s music, you can also explore D33P3R and Pull Over, two other songs by Ludacris.

[Intro]
Luda’
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[Verse]
Put your man purse of cash away
You tryna get robbed, then Luda’ got a faster way
Cast away like Tom Hanks, stranded and deserted
Bank told me I’m liquid cleaner than any laundry detergent
Cash king, don’t ever ask ’bout it, tell every teller to fast route it
Me and broke n!ggas clash ’bout it, I’m brash ’bout it
Overly honest, excuse the candid nature

I’m running my mouth, but I drink Louis with no chaser
That’s three hundred mixed with nothing in a glass
Skip school, but I got class, tank full, but I need gas
Valedictorian of all weed emporiums
So high you’d think I’d hopped in the DeLorean
Went to the future, came back with a THC level of over thirty
Couple Oz’s, sorry I left the Peas like I’m Fergie
But this Lamborghini’s glamorous
Paparazzi candid with all these cameras
Scratch it, I’ll make you pay for all these damages
Insurance can’t handle it, you clumsy and you b!tch-made
Wishing you fake rappers slide down a giant switchblade
Cut the nonsense, boys, you know you tripping
Stop the bulls*it, ya nose growing bigger than Scottie Pippen’s
It’s a cold, cold world, but us hustlers just keep it heated
Told mumble rappers to step, but I swear they paraplegic
Handicap, I keep some handy caps buried in the Ruger
And soon as you call the cops, I’ll call all of my guns an Uber
Five stars, all my ratings impeccable, extra terrestrial verses
Have you seen what I’m worth? Because you worthless
Throw ya album in the trash or the garbage disposal
It’s Luda’ the mogul, the Bentley is local, the jet is global
Fly away like Lenny Kravitz, gone to never be seen
I took both of your woman’s legs and everything in between
I can’t help it that I’m the chosen one with bundles of cash

A hundred thousand times a thousand, b!tch, you do the math
Luda
Shouts his name and ain’t nobody coming close to me
Put your neck up in this noose and hold this rope for me
Ten albums ain’t nobody ever wrote for me
Quoted for always saying, “Chaka, go get a quote for me”
Records show I ain’t never put out no bulls*it
And half-assed rappers ain’t never put out no full clip
I’m always waiting for my cue just like a pool stick
For short bus rappers to take a never-ending school trip

[Outro]
Class in session, quit fu*king up my profession
Class in session, quit fu*king up my profession
Class in session, quit fu*king up my profession
Class in session, quit fu*king up my profession