Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luv It, artist - Lizzo. Album song LIZZOBANGERS, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMI
Song language: English
Luv It |
Mane, hold up, tell me how you really feel |
Grippin' on the wood grain in the Coupe de Ville |
Drippin' stains, swervin' lanes, actin' bad, grabbin' cash |
In the Frenchies, bad, representin' south of the H-Town |
Bout to ball at the mall, call it Galleria |
Hatin' niggas from a distance, call it like I see it |
«Yes, ma’am» and «No, ma’am», they always glad to meet ya |
Stuntin' up in Pappadeaux’s, they always glad to treat ya |
Sexy papi though, starts down with that shiny grill |
Lookin' out of his tinted window, I know it’s something like (What's the deal?) |
So throwed, ridin' slow, my clique jazzy, yo' clique hoes, ew! |
Wouldn’t touch |
'em with a 50-foot pole, even Pepé Le Pew said no |
I’m a playa, I don’t let nobody take my shine |
I get mine, you could feel me like my around |
We gettin' down all the way till the sun come up |
Sippin' all the purple all out the white cup |
How ya like me now cause I’m real? |
How ya like me? |
How ya like me now cause I’m real? |
How ya like me? |
How ya like me now cause I’m real? |
Touch down, piece and chain, fool, shiny grill |
Huh, you know I love it, mane |
Uh, you know I love it, mane |
Yeah, love it, mane |
These fickle, fickle niggas holdin' out for a pretty penny |
You swallowin' the truth and now you wizzin' like it’s Henny |
I’m «run, Forest, run"-ing and my instincts be Jenny |
Jenny Craigin' on them boys, I cut the fat and keep the skinny |
Here’s a skinny on them motherfuckers that get caught up |
Yeah, you tryna be the man and ya pushin' ya luck |
And you frontin' like we homies then you call me like I owe thee |
What about the shit you owe me like the time I spent with yo' ass for free? |
You really think I’d waste my time with you? |
Building a business relationship if the shit gon' sink? |
Nigga, that’s how you really feel? |
Nigga, that’s how you think? |
Think again next time ya come steppin' to me |
Cause I wasn’t put on this earth to sing back up for you |
Especially if you gon' be selfish and not come through |
And I told yo' ho ass partner «Go fuck off» too |
So we know why I don’t fuck around with you |
And I hope it burns in yo' stomach cause Lizzo on the rise |
And I won’t respond to yo' e-mails like «Duh», surprise |
And I don’t hold grudges but, boy, ya cut off |
And, I mean, you got a little bit of talent but that’s not enough |
Awwww maannn |