Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How U Luv That , by - Big Tymers. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How U Luv That |
| Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful |
| I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that? |
| Now, who the fuck cars for days |
| Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze |
| Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious |
| The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses |
| Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches |
| Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches |
| I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 |
| Anything else around here, playboy I run it |
| Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons |
| She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an |
| Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers |
| 1998 Lexus, dickslangers |
| Nuts-hang-us from South American |
| Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on |
| Can you top-uh |
| Nigga with a Calico to helicopter |
| Move, shake, shove that |
| Ask yourself nigga, «How you luv that?» |
| How you luv that? |
| 20 cars on chrome, nigga |
| How you luv that? |
| 20 shows in the dome, nigga |
| How you luv that? |
| 20 hot girls to bone, nigga |
| How you luv that? |
| BRRTTT! |
| 20 Primeco phones (x2) |
| Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain’t changed |
| When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids |
| And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads |
| With alligator pillows cases in my bed |
| I gotta scream, «Cheese-y» so bad |
| Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds |
| I said fuck these white folks 'til I’m dead |
| Cause I’ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G’s at the mall |
| Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that |
| I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle |
| When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son |
| So peep this, nigga |
| I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with |
| This? |
| That’s beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover |
| Earrings costing 15 G’s with T.V.'s |
| Nigga, I’m trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee |
| With my face on top, nigga, can you see me? |
| I got so much money, I’ll never do time |
| I’ll play them white bitches like they play me at all times |
| I got 20 G’s to put on they leather seat |
| Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet |
| What the fuck I look like? |
| Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton |
| When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin' |
| I’ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that |
| Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that? |
| (Juvenile) |
| Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain’t bout matin'? |
| You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' |
| What? |
| You must think these diamonds ain’t real or sumpin, huh? |
| All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh? |
| Nigga, fuck that, I’ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General |
| Digaul |
| So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel |
| Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches |
| Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel |
| My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect |
| In my position, we make nothin' but G’s |
| If you rich, then you belong got CMB |
| Don’t hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please |
| You think I’m stun’n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys |
| Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don’t come near this |
| I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this? |
| They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy |
| I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy |
| Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that? |
| Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that? |
| (Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end) |