Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How U Luv That, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How U Luv That |
| Shit, I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist |
| I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| I put on my clique, hoes on my dick |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| Fuck what you heard hoe, they know bout the crizzle |
| The Chevy on gold Pirelli’s, with the pole in the middle |
| I break a hoe if she brittle, |
| Pimping hot off the griddle |
| Fucking busters that’s creeping and fucking for nothing |
| So high up figure |
| I was trickin off, candy paint my candy frame |
| Don’t be ashamed to lick it off |
| Hail Mary’s to game, to a dame, and you can’t pick it off |
| Off the chain, I can sick it off |
| Time and time again I try to tell em lemme kick it off and bang on |
| Put them lames on, |
| It ain’t more tied if I ain’t put my name on |
| Make the kind of track to put a train on |
| Styrofoam, purple rain on |
| Fresh up out the cleanest, bout the meanest, not a stain on it |
| Rain on it, pussy chains on it, |
| Bet the game on it |
| Bout whoop a beat to the frequency that a bitch came on it |
| Keep it rango, bitch you lookin hang on the flow |
| I leave a bitch fiending for some more |
| Shit, I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist |
| I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| I put on my clique, hoes on my dick |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| Yeah, B is I, G front biatch, |
| Young creep nigga, hoe you know just what I be bout |
| It’s time to take out the T tops, we own that, like banners |
| Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper |
| This that shit that they should capture on film |
| Lights, camera, action life |
| Bitch my pimpin 1080p without no satellite |
| Some niggas ain’t acting right, |
| Talking bout who run the south |
| They know us since they stick it, ain’t no Robotuss to help em out |
| I’ve been official, big dog in the yard, |
| Rollin more likely to murder every verse that I start |
| So as soon as I park, and I hop on the pot |
| Better leave with yo bitch, for I’m off in her mouth |
| Cause I’m a big timer rhymer, no cosigners will rhyme for you |
| If I ain’t with that clear then let me break it down for you |
| They lame, we not, see us, on top, |
| Alumni forever ever bitch, |
| They know I got the… |
| Shit, I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist |
| I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |
| I put on my clique, hoes on my dick |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| How you love that? |
| I got the hook up bitch, |
| What you know bout this? |