Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love It, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Boss Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Love It |
I’m hard to hate but I’m easy to love mayne. |
Huh, Thugga |
Ya’ll know how I do |
Huh, it’s over, huh |
Huh, I’m stuntin' pullin' out the foreign |
All them boppers love it |
We can fuck around |
We just can’t fuck around in public |
Let me switch the subject |
I’m shinin' on Westheimer |
At the Gallo tryin' to pick out which chick is finer |
I wear designer |
Talk down I find ya' |
It’s Thugga mothafucka, in case I need to remind ya' |
Let me go and wreck, so I can go and bring the techs back |
Wake up in the mornin' and I’m headin' where them chicks at |
Grindin' |
That’s why you see so many diamonds |
Shinin' |
Like a light bulb I’m blindin' |
Them boys, watch me make them put away they toys |
Trunk making noise |
Haters better avoid Thugga (Thugga) |
Shout out |
To any body that’s getting money |
Period |
When it comes to hustles |
Best believe I got a |
My footwear is so tight |
Of exotic material |
One of the persons to sip' drank |
It was a miracle |
Watch that drank got me irritable |
When the haters hate it just expose who’s been inferior |
I don’t know what you smokin' |
But I swear my shit superior |
When I flash my wrist |
The passersby go hysterical |
And when I work that wheel and pop my trunk |
It is historical |
And when her ass get fake |
I give a fuck that is rhetorical |
Switch up cars like audible |
My changing cars are assort-able |
My slab come with an arsenal |
But my grill is not affordable |
Hold up (Hold up) |
(Here lizard lizard lizard) |
Real recognize real, you can tell |
Thugga just hit me on the cell |
If you can sell water to a women with a water hose |
And I can sell cameras to a jail |
Plenty ice is sittin' on my chest |
I should bake a cake, might as well |
Take the money |
Then you put the money on the money counter |
Put the money counter on scale |
If time is money then I need it on the dot |
Time is money then I’m always on the clock |
Got a 40 caliber for the plot |
150 thousand on my parkin' spot |
Not the type of rapper that bargain shop |
Before you realize it I’d barged your shop |
Ridin' in car with a revolver top |
Ironically the weapon got revolver shots |
The platinum rapper that’s standing here |
The only that can confer |
Got some plex, then don’t say my name |
Like Candy Man and watch him appear |
Grab a deal, candy clear |
Candy clearer than a chandelier |
I compare myself to the best |
So I should probably go grab a mirror |
Like Sammy Sosa, do certain pitchers |
I’ll probably hit, so keep secure your mistress |
I prefer to keep girl suspicious |
Dig a hole it’s feed first for snitches |
Known for fittin' certain inches |
Candy coat it then swervin' digits |
Gettin' paid, so I got it made |
Get’s paid too much to touch dirty dishes |
Strippers flock’s in me in the club |
Talkin' like they wanna learn the bidness |
Thinkin' I should go buy a gym |
Make 'em work for me |
And call it «Twerk For Fitness» |
Diamonds shinin in 3rd dimensions |
Bosses life like we had earnt the riches |
She sipping' the syrup, when you look at my shirt |
You can see where your girl left purple kisses |
Haha |