Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luv It Man, artist - Celly Cel. Album song The Gumbo Pot, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2006
Record label: Realside
Song language: English
Luv It Man |
Billy Cook, you know I’m a superstar |
Riding foreign car, so fine don’t bar |
Mo City Texas, messing with the 3−2 |
BMG 1965, swanging hoo-doo |
Who you talking down, on the Screwed Up Click |
Keeping cash in the pocket, from pimping a bad bitch |
It’s the legend, and I’m throwed in the game |
Popping my trunk, but man I won’t change |
Now niggas owe me bread, and I’m getting fed up |
I’m about to pull my pistol, leave a nigga edge up |
Bitch be stinking, laying dead in a coffin |
I’m a grown ass man, and I stay big bossing |
Big Boss, it’s the Gov of the click |
I’m a Southside Playa, and I don’t love no bitch |
Got rich lost it all, then I came back up |
Riding Harley Dav' truck, bad bitches eat nuts |
I flow top notch, break a bitch pocket |
In a 6−4, on swangers watch I hop it |
Girls bopping, ery’where I go |
Ten thousand for a verse, fifty thousand for a show |
I know how it is, so I grind all night |
Blowing on top flight, pimping all through the night |
I might just, knock off the Maybach |
A nigga sitting fat, off cocaine and stracks |
In a Lac sprayed red, system fin to knock |
Never gon bop, and I beat’s up the cot |
G.D. motherfucker, and it’s Screwed Up Click |
I’m a Southside Playa, Mr. 3−2 bitch |
Man I’m so cold, man I’m so thoed |
Throwed in the game, grip-gripping wood grain |
Lane to lane, leaving platinum stains |
Banging my Screw, hollin' what it do mayn |
Swanging swanging, swang to the left |
Pop my trunk, and yep-yep (love it mayn) |
Southside holding, 24's I’m rolling |
Slow Loud And Bangin', big faces |
Man I’m so rich, man I’m the truth |
Man I’m the shit, I know you smell me too |
My nigga I keep’s it real, trill at all times |
If a hater get out of line I bring his ass, set this motherfucker off in this |
game |
Swanging swanging, swang to the left |
Pop my trunk, and yep-yep (love it mayn) |