Big Tymers - How U Luv That Lyrics

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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?

[Verse 1]

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?"

[Chorus]

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 2x

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[Verse 2]

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?

[Chorus]

[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]

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