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(feat. Ludacris & Bobby Valentino) [Chorus: Ludacris & Bobby Valentino] I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww) [Chingy:] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww) [Ludacris:] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww) [Verse 1: Chingy] Club packed, know I'm a be there all night Tired as hell, jetlag, just got off a flight But that don't stop me Who? Not me Pop 1 bottles pop 2 bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P. Letras de canciones7, 8, 9, so tjey all dimes, O.G. Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right? Dirty lame look at me wrong? Tell 'em get right Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I'm lit right? 6's on the candy Range just so I can sit right Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price On the black [? ], got 'em hating, wanna fist fight? Man don't get ya shit sliced, yea I hope the fifth tight We tryna party, lil homie don't mess up this night It's a D.T.P. thang, wall-to-wall, it's hype Me, Luda, and Valentine, we living this life [Chorus] [Chingy:] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww) [Ludacris:] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy) I just want that gushy, baby that's (awww) [Verse 2: Ludacris] From Letras Mania