Juvenile - How You Luv That lyrics

Bun-B: Aw, man Man I sho' need this one here man It's gon' be so huge I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me Manny Fresh: Now, who the f** got cars for days Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades Me and the Misses, drivin' Expeditions The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses Chrome struck b**hes, wood grain witches Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300 Anything else around me playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a fouton She not white, uh uh, she cuban Karats on my fingers f**in' R&B Singers 1998 Lexus, Dick slangers Nuts Hangers, from South Americon Don Peringion Me a peasant, move on Can you top a, n***a with a candy coated helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself n***a How You Luv That Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x) How You Luv That 20 Cars on chrome n***a, How You Luv That 20 show in the dome n***a, How You Luv That 20 Hot Girls to bone n***a, How You Luv That Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones Baby: n***a how you gon' tell me that sh** ain't changed When n***a used to play curls now they playin' braids And in my crib I got a elevator f**in' with these hoes heads With alligator pillow cases in my bed I got a screen TV so big Playboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthaf**in' feds I say f** these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'm gon' ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall And Playboy you could tell me How You Luv That I bought my son a Rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months And a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son So peeps this, n***a a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can You compete wit' this, that's beautiful These six tires with that Range Rover Ear rings costin' 15 G's, wit' TV's n***a I'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee And put my face on top n***a can you see me I got so much money I'll never do time I play them white b**hes like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet What the f** I look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton When I shoot, f**in' hoes and money clockin' I'm a Big Tymer ask 'Lac you could believe that Play boy n***a tell me How You Luv That Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x) Juvenile: Baby what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin' Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin' What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha All of this shoutin' gon' get me k**ed for nothin', ha n***a f** that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall ]From Calton by the levy, to General DeGaul So Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the j**els Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L's Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 G cells My floor shinin' from marble from across the can*l In my position we make nothin but G's Your j**elery say you belong to CMB Don't hit us cause we beautiful n***as please You think I'm stuntin' know just wait 'til I come back with them ki's n***as fear this, they hate but they don't come near this I don' wrote a song bout these b**hes you wanna hear this They say, "Juvenile you muthaf**a you off the heezy" I got these hoes p**y poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv That Can't you see me in that BMW-ah, How You Luv That Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x) Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That n***a, How You Luv That Wha wha, Brrr, How You Luv That Ha ha, Big Tymers Diamonds that'll *Bling* blind ya Ha ha, Big Tymers Better act like ya know ______________________________________________