Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Carla Y. Henderson
Carla Y. Henderson
Additional Vocals
Novakane
Novakane
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Bryant Bell
Bryant Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reese Mack
Reese Mack
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Brian Pedersen
Brian Pedersen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Josh Monroy
Josh Monroy
Recording Engineer
Xcel
Xcel
Producer

Lyrics

Puff it, pass it
Puff it, pass it
Puff it, puff-puff, puff it
Smokin' chiefin', twisted blisted, lifted puff it pass it
(Get it)
Smokin' chiefin', twisted blisted, lifted
Puff, it pass it
(It's the Battle Of The Sexes)
Smokin' chiefin', twisted blisted, lifted
Puff it, pass it
(Get it)
Smokin' chiefin', twisted blisted, lifted
Puff it, pass it
(Get it)
Now I heard the ladies
They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin'
Do my fellas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Now I heard the fellas
They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin'
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Luda!
On your mark, get set, put the music in the deck
And turn it up and let the system go
You done heard a lot of people in the past
But you never heard a **** like this before
Ain't nobody better let the records show
If they outta order let a TEC just blow
Over the border, I be in Mexico
Throwing it up like an anorexic ho
Anybody thinkin' like they just don't know
Tell 'em that Luda gotta electric flow
Come and see me live and I wreck a show
Sucker **** better find the exit row
Extra cheese and the extra dough
And I'ma keep goin til the record's broke
So if you don't mean what you say
When you spit it on a track
What the fuck you rapping for?!
Women wanna get me and I can't say no
So I get 'em fast and I sex 'em slow
But every now and then it get hectic
They holdin' on tight to a ****
And I gotta let go
Gotta go sign on the X with O's
Wrist gotta shine and my neck just glow
It's a man's world
And all you women I just want the rest to know
Now I heard the ladies
They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin'
Do my fellas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Now I heard the fellas
They aight but they ain't hittin' on nothin'
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah!)
Written by: Bryant Bell, Christopher Bridges
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