Ron Fair - I Luv That lyrics

[Intro] I love that sh** I love that sh** I love that sh** [Verse 1: Bun B] It's going down like it always do I'm about to hit them, front door, front row with the crew I pull up to valet in the '09 Cedes And turn the heads of all the fly ladies I lift the doors out, then lift the doors up Step out the car and the whole world slows up I show up like a certified pro Looking like slow motion when I heads to the door I walk right past the line to the rope Everybody fall back like I'm the motherf**in po' And it's not even a question if I finna bring the strap in They tried to pat me down but it ain't finna happen Head to the bar, all eyes on B-da From the haters and the fly mamacitas And trust me man when the club this thick You ain't even got to ask I luv this sh** [Chorus: Bun B (Unknown Female Voice)] The club is packed, the bottles is popping We make it rain when the models is bopping, mayne (I luv that sh**) Ladies shaking they backs And all the players and the pimps is catching heart attacks, come on (I luv that sh**) Ayyo DJ turn it up (I luv that sh**) You got a beat, then let's burn it up {burn it up} You know we do it B-I-G So come and holla at a player in the V-I-P [Verse 2: Bun B] UGK we in the house fo'sho We about to crank this thing up and you already know We in the club looking like new money Put ya stunna shades on 'cause the ice too sunny Me and my partners posted up at the bar And we about to buy it out, for the price of your car All the Ace of Spades, all the Rozay All the syrup and white and Patron, okay? They sending out ice buckets by the dozens I pa** 'em out to my dogs and my cousins The whole club full of smoke and we buzzing It's going down in here man, you thought it wasn't? Moving through the club like a conga line See the baddest little bopper, legs long and fine And she like "I love your ropes, are they solid gold or hollow B?" I'll tell ya in the VIP, mami Follow me [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Ain't no party like a trill a** party, 'cause a trill a** party don't stop Mayne it ain't no shorty like a trill a** shorty, 'cause a trill a** shorty gon' drop Go on drop it down low to the floor, make it pop I want to watch you wobble, show me what you got Now go on work that, and twerk that Now wiggle it around baby jerk that Now toot it up, and boot it up I'm co*ked and loaded and imma shoot it up Now grind it, dirty wind it Now back it up, while I get behind it Now go ahead and do your thang girl Let it loose, let it go, let it hang girl And shake what your momma gave ya for daddy And maybe you can ride shotgun in the Caddy, come on [Chorus] 2x