Ciara, Ludacris - Oh (Sub. Español + Lyrics)

🎵 Ciara - Oh (feat. Ludacris) La canción Oh de Ciara junto a Ludacris es una celebración de la atracción, la confianza y la energía de la vida nocturna. Con una mezcla de R&B y hip-hop, la canción transmite la emoción de salir, bailar y disfrutar del ambiente mientras surge una conexión con alguien que llama nuestra atención. 🎶✨🔥💃 ✨Escucha la canción original en: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr4wz4-27PY 💥Sigue a Ciara Website: http://onlyciara.com Facebook: / ciaramusic Twitter: / ciara Instagram: / ciara 💥Sigue a Ludacris: https://Ludacris.lnk.to/InstagramID https://Ludacris.lnk.to/TwitterID 🔔 Activa las notificaciones para enterarte de los nuevos vídeos! 🤩 LETRA: Uh, it's anotha' one Yeah, anotha' one Dre and Vidal Ciara showin'-up This is where they stay crunk, throw it up Dubs on the Cadillac White tees, Nikes Gangstas don't know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Humma's floatin' on chrome, chokin' on that home-grown They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy, I can see it That's when I say: No, what fo'? Shorty can't handle this Ciara got that fire, like– Oh, 'round here, we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it, ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh Buddy, take a new whip paint-strip and head to a bowlin' hall Still smoke, hundred spokes, wood-grain on the wall Light-skinned, thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbone Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy, I can see it That's when I say: No, what fo'? Shorty can't handle this Ciara got that fire, like– Oh (oh-oh-oh), 'round here, we ridin' slow (here, we ride slow) We keep it ghetto, you should know (you should know) Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low (we gets low), oh (oh-whoa) Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' (all my ladies, take it down to the floor) Handle it, ladies, back it up (yeah, eh, in the club) Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh (yeah, yo, Luda'!) Ok, southern-style, get wild, old school 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, 'cause 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' still Same price every time, hot song, jumped-on 'cause 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 don't even think I need to speed Bass-travelin', face-cracklin', huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty South, we ballin', dawg And nevah' think about bawlin', dawg Ghetto harmonizing, surprisin', run-it-back 'Cause the song is called– Oh, 'round here, we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it, ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh Oh, 'round here, we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it, ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in the club, we gets low, oh