How You Luv That Lyrics by Big Tymers

How You Luv That Lyrics

    Juvenile:
    Aw, man
    Man i sho' need this one here man
    It's gon' be so huge
    I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me

    Manny fresh:
    Now, who the fuck got cars for days
    Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades
    Me and the misses, drivin' expeditions
    The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses
    Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
    Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches
    I don' done it, the bubble-eyed gs 300
    Anything else around me playboy i run it
    Bought the black yukon in houston, a microwave, a fouton
    She not white, uh uh, she cuban
    Karats on my fingers
    Fuckin' r&b singers
    1998 lexus, dick slangers
    Nuts hangers, from south americon
    Don peringion
    Me a peasant, move on
    Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
    Move, shake, shove that
    Ask yourself nigga how you luv that

    Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
    How you luv that
    20 cars on chrome
    Nigga, how you luv that
    20 show in the dome
    Nigga, how you luv that
    20 hot girls to bone
    Nigga, how you luv that
    Brrrr, 20 primeco phones

    Baby:
    Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
    When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids
    And in my crib i got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
    With alligator pillow cases in my bed
    I got a screen tv so big
    Playboy i had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds
    I say fuck these white folks 'til i'm dead
    Cause i'm gon' ball 'til i fall and spend 20 g's at the mall
    And playboy you could tell me how you luv that
    I bought my son a rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
    And a cash money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son
    So peeps this, nigga a got i million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can
    You compete wit' this, that's beautiful
    These six tires with that range rover
    Ear rings costin' 15 g's, wit' tv's
    Nigga i'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the humvee
    And put my face on top nigga can you see me
    I got so much money i'll never do time
    I play them white bitches like they play me at all times
    I got 20 g's to put on they leather seat
    But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet
    What the fuck i look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton
    When i shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
    I'm a big tymer ask 'lac you could believe that
    Play boy nigga tell me how you luv that

    Chorus: 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', ha
    All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha
    Nigga fuck that i'm gon' ball 'til i fall
    >from calton by the levy, to general degaul
    So baby pop the crystille, and shine the jewels
    Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch l's
    Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 g cells
    My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal
    In my position we make nothin but g's
    Your jewelery say you belong to cmb
    Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
    You think i'm stuntin' know just wait 'til i come back with them ki's
    Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this
    I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
    They say, "juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
    I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy
    Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, how you luv that
    Can't you see me in that bmw-ah, how you luv that

    Chorus: lil wayne (2x)

    Wha, how you luv that
    Wha, how you luv that
    Wha, how you luv that
    Wha, how you luv that
    Wha, how you luv that
    Nigga, how you luv that
    Wha wha, brrr, how you luv that
    Ha ha, big tymers
    Diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
    Ha ha, big tymers
    Better act like ya know

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