Cuban Link - Hey Luv lyrics

Intro : (Milano) Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C You know how we do things We always get our way Ungh, never hate when we play Know what I mean Ungh Verse 1: I only think of broads on two occasions When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em To slide off with slick dialogue We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy Before I got signed, before I wore signs Why the broke n***as swear they only quote dimes Or hold minds And made a law ?Forced into immigrant walls? Making high calls Like damn paso's Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm Milano run through 'em, life Stephon Get you game tight, I'm the exception A freak when I get my s** on Lick cheeks when the thongs come off Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz For starters we take shots with Polaroids Runnin trizzy, call all my boys Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys Still keep it low point Standin a club up My n***as wild and drunk Ain't no stoppin us From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate On acid we got the rough Should we locks it up? It ain't hard to spot us Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up No wonder on the low, n***as despise us Cause we live'as Chorus: (Milano) Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up (2x) Verse 2: (Cuban Link) Yea, stick the pretty up Poppa stopped by the titty clubs Pimpin ain't easy like the sh** I did with ?Willie Stubbs? Really love Money, power and respect Honey that f** for hours in bed Sex in the showers the best Check out the body banger The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger I'm not a stranger To the game so I'm throwing change up My willy fingers trying to figure her out I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about f** the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey A playboy bunny That doesn't want nuthin from me Its funny how she's one of a kind From front and behind, top of the line Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine My kinda lady, maybe Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy The wake she shakes her acey Makes me wanna taste her pastry Maybe its the liquor talking Cause I don't whisper often A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin This is more than just a portion Of my lifestyle my right brow Took her to my crib, and put the lights out Chorus Verse 3: (Milano) Ungh, listen ma Its only certain ones That get to slurpin on my tongue Worstened by some Hurtin them buns Workin it luv sh** is worst when I'm numb Any hottie Is getting back shotties It'll probably be hours before I seem twisted from the Bacardi on If they party on Like its Mardi Gras Brought the camcorders along Ladies, time to flaunt on Get the hunny, pour it on Lickin your buddy, I saw it all Recorded it all So if you wanna be on that at all Got the baddest broads Lockin they jaws Never co*kin it raw I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds Even my chains ice n***a, alotta's the call Some slice who*es, I see 'em coming Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin For those they hunger Trying to trap dudes See I get my woman bashful Freak on the low, on natural Bank account on cash rules Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb I'm laughin at you Spending your loot, on casual Jewels, and shoes Don't act the fool Like your screws loose I ain't to blame See she wasn't tame And I ain't even have to drop game Born to rock game Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang This is how we swang Chorus Outro: (Cuban Link) Lay up, lay up Straight up, straight up Ungh, ungh, ungh