Текст песни Big Tymers - How You Luv That
Big Tymers - How You Luv That слова песни
Juvenile:Aw, manMan I sho` need this one here manIt`s gon` be so hugeI know everyone out there gon` luv this one ya heard meManny Fresh:Now, who the fuck got cars for daysCrazy hoes and momo`s with the 20 inch bladesMe and the Misses, drivin` ExpeditionsThe back stabbin` friends (smooch) blowin` kissesChrome struck bitches, wood grain witchesLeather seats, la la look, anything else itchesI don` done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300Anything else around me playboy I run itBought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a foutonShe not white, uh uh, she cubanKarats on my fingersFuckin` R&B Singers1998 Lexus, Dick slangersNuts Hangers, from South AmericonDon PeringionMe a peasant, move onCan you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopterMove, shake, shove thatAsk yourself nigga How You Luv ThatChorus: Lil Wayne (2x)How You Luv That20 Cars on chromeNigga, How You Luv That20 show in the domeNigga, How You Luv That20 Hot Girls to boneNigga, How You Luv ThatBrrrr, 20 PrimeCo phonesBaby:Nigga how you gon` tell me that shit ain`t changedWhen nigga used to play curls now they playin` braidsAnd in my crib I got a elevator fuckin` with these hoes headsWith alligator pillow cases in my bedI got a screen TV so bigPlayboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin` fedsI say fuck these white folks `til I`m deadCause I`m gon` ball `til I fall and spend 20 G`s at the mallAnd Playboy you could tell me How You Luv ThatI bought my son a Rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine monthsAnd a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter sonSo peeps this, nigga a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome canyou compete wit` this, that`s beautifulThese six tires with that Range RoverEar rings costin` 15 G`s, wit` TV`sNigga I`m tryin` to put a screen on the hood of the HumveeAnd put my face on top nigga can you see meI got so much money I`ll never do timeI play them white bitches like they play me at all timesI got 20 G`s to put on they leather seatBut, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheetWhat the fuck I look like choppin` trees and pickin` cottonWhen I shoot, fuckin` hoes and money clockin`I`m a Big Tymer ask `Lac you could believe thatPlay boy nigga tell me How You Luv ThatChorus: Lil Wayne (2x)Juvenile:Baby what you mean that Juvenile ain`t bout matin`Best get yo` mind right and go head with that hatin`What, you must think that these diamonds ain`t real or somthin`, haAll of this shoutin` gon` get me killed for nothin`, haNigga fuck that I`m gon` ball `til I fall>From Calton by the levy, to General DeGaulSo Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the jewelsGive your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L`sRolex with diamond bezzels with 20 G cellsMy floor shinin` from marble from across the canalIn my position we make nothin but G`sYour jewelery say you belong to CMBDon`t hit us cause we beautiful niggaz pleaseYou think I`m stuntin` know just wait `til I come back with them ki`sNiggaz fear this, they hate but they don`t come near thisI don` wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear thisThey say, "Juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"I got these hoes pussy poppin` tell lil keezy and breezyCan`t you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv ThatCan`t you see me in that BMW-ah, How You Luv ThatChorus: Lil Wayne (2x)Wha, How You Luv ThatWha, How You Luv ThatWha, How You Luv ThatWha, How You Luv ThatWha, How You Luv ThatNigga, How You Luv ThatWha wha, Brrr, How You Luv ThatHa ha, Big TymersDiamonds that`ll *Bling* blind yaHa ha, Big TymersBetter act like ya know