Big K.R.I.T. - How U Luv That lyrics

[Hook:] sh**, I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? I put on my clique, hoes on my dick How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? [Verse 1:] f** what you heard hoe, they know bout the crizzle The Chevy on gold Pirelli's, with the pole in the middle I break a hoe if she brittle, Pimping hot off the griddle f**ing busters that's creeping and f**ing for nothing So high up figure I was trickin off, candy paint my candy frame Don't be ashamed to lick it off Hail Mary's to game, to a dame, and you can't pick it off Off the chain, I can sick it off Time and time again I try to tell em lemme kick it off and bang on Put them lames on, It ain't more tied if I ain't put my name on Make the kind of track to put a train on Styrofoam, purple rain on Fresh up out the cleanest, bout the meanest, not a stain on it Rain on it, p**y chains on it, Bet the game on it Bout whoop a beat to the frequency that a b**h came on it Keep it rango, b**h you lookin hang on the flow I leave a b**h fiending for some more [Hook:] sh**, I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? I put on my clique, hoes on my dick How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? [Verse 2:] Yeah, B is I, G front b*atch, Young creep n***a, hoe you know just what I be bout It's time to take out the T tops, we own that, like banners Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper This that sh** that they should capture on film Lights, camera, action life b**h my pimpin 1080p without no satellite Some n***as ain't acting right, Talking bout who run the south They know us since they stick it, ain't no Robotuss to help em out I've been official, big dog in the yard, Rollin more likely to murder every verse that I start So as soon as I park, and I hop on the pot Better leave with yo b**h, for I'm off in her mouth Cause I'm a big timer rhymer, no cosigners will rhyme for you If I ain't with that clear then let me break it down for you They lame, we not, see us, on top, Alumni forever ever b**h, They know I got the... [Hook:] sh**, I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this? I put on my clique, hoes on my dick How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? How you love that? I got the hook up b**h, What you know bout this?