Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love It, artist - LUCKI. Album song Alternative Trap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Lucki
Song language: English
Love It |
| All your questions go unanswered, for that cake I gotta get it |
| I been serving all that frosting, for that cake I gotta get it |
| Uh… |
| You know I started off with nothing, made a business with my niggas |
| Helped me see the bread clearly, I made lenses out of figures |
| I just trap it, I just move it, I’m not looking for no time |
| Boy I lay low, I ain’t no stand up, I could do without my spine |
| I do it on my own and make that magic happen faster |
| I be serving all them dummies, test 'em out, they get to crashing |
| Want a deal, well it can happen, I’m just dishing out them cards |
| You want this shit, go and take a hit, boy I could make you top the charts |
| Because I’m mixed with all these troubles |
| So I tug-of-war with my safety |
| But you couldn’t pull me away for nothing |
| Because I love it |
| And this shit is all I think |
| And this mischief and shit go around |
| I swear to God it’s like a ring |
| But I still love it |
| I love it, I love it |
| You couldn’t pull me away for nothing |
| Because I love it |
| I love it, I love it |
| I’m a problem solving problem, serve 'em falling leaves in autumn |
| Might be added, still won’t follow, cut them sharp as sleepy hollow |
| Yo… |
| I choose paper over pleasure, paper pressure pleasure me |
| I prove them pressures deal oppressed, I do 'em wrong as Pleasure P |
| And plenty clients trust in me, I don’t know why, just want their pockets |
| Plenty dealers selling heat, I sell the most boy I’m Pat Riley |
| You wouldn’t know why |
| And it’s nothing, and I play my part and they buy it |
| And they do 'em, and wish they never started, blame TV |
| Cause their influence, causing all this ruckus it ain’t me |
| I ain’t losing, cause I can’t lie, I love it |
| Because I’m mixed with all these troubles |
| So I tug-of-war with my safety |
| But you couldn’t pull me away for nothing |
| Because I love it |
| And this shit is all I think |
| And this mischief and shit go around |
| I swear to God it’s like a ring |
| But I still love it |
| I love it, I love it |
| You couldn’t pull me away for nothing |
| Because I love it |
| I love it, I love it |