Kid Cudi - Like It or Love It lyrics

[Intro: Kreayshawn] I got strawberry letter, 27 I got gold bananas Engraved with my grandmother's Title signature What you got? [Verse 1: Kreayshawn] I got me a bunch of haters Got me a bunch of faders, be like "Sayonara, see ya later!" Jordans on with the 808 drum And you b**hes can't get none, I'm just so done Don't say sh** though, say you know? No one know you, I'm in your city like a mayor, ho I lead by example, your whole life I dismantle Don't tell a soul what we did, just keep it stable I'm dope, you're on dope, get it? Run and get the phone and you can't call for better I was on the phone tellin' b**hes that I'm wetter I k**ed it once, I k**ed it twice and, no, I don't regret it [Hook: Kreayshawn & (Kid Cudi)] (x4) (What you doing? Do just what you do) You like it and then you love it (Do just what you do) Alright [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Livin' a trip, not really, just lookin' for clues I'm so important, that when I buy shoes it's news Custom Porsches, might make b**hes take off they shoes How could I not? If I didn't, then I wouldn't be Scott Broken-hearted, it slowly rots, I hope she knows that heartache s**s I'm goin' back up, don't summon me again 'less you're ready for the pain Chip, better slap up, when you see me in the box, believe it's Balmain Mags on mags on mags, I don't have to push, motherf**er, who's bad? I don't give a f** about much, I'm cool and calm just like my dad n***as wanna live like us, n***as wanna floss like us f** a b**h good like us, cool the cartier like us Cruise all night with me, n***as really in Paris [Hook] [Verse 3: Kreayshawn] I be on that power, they be on that powder All these b**hes, yeah, they my ba*tards They my ba*tards, they my ba*tards Tell Ron Hubbard 50, I'm like "What the f**?!" Outside raining kitties, my doctor know what's up I be groovin' last dance, I'm the only one In the sky high shinin', beamin' like the f**in' sun Throw my shades on, I'm off on a world tour Get less but a mind wanna give more Boom boom for my girls on the dance floor Pour some for the people, they work hard Closer than her body, she's throwin' a big party She's inviting Cudi, we beat it 'til its bloody [Hook]