How You Luv That (Letra)

Big Tymers

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Juvenile:
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 fuck 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 bitches, 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
Fuckin’ r&b singers
1998 lexus, dick slangers
Nuts hangers, from south americon
Don peringion
Me a peasant, move on
Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga how you luv that

Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
How you luv that
20 cars on chrome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 show in the dome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 hot girls to bone
Nigga, how you luv that
Brrrr, 20 primeco phones

Baby:
Nigga how you gon’ tell me that shit ain’t changed
When nigga used to play curls now they playin’ braids
And in my crib i got a elevator fuckin’ 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 muthafuckin’ feds
I say fuck 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, nigga 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
Nigga i’m tryin’ to put a screen on the hood of the humvee
And put my face on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money i’ll never do time
I play them white bitches 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 fuck i look like choppin’ trees and pickin’ cotton
When i shoot, fuckin’ hoes and money clockin’
I’m a big tymer ask ‘lac you could believe that
Play boy nigga 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 killed for nothin’, ha
Nigga fuck that i’m gon’ ball ‘til i fall
>from calton by the levy, to general degaul
So baby pop the crystille, and shine the jewels
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 canal
In my position we make nothin but g’s
Your jewelery say you belong to cmb
Don’t hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think i’m stuntin’ know just wait ‘til i come back with them ki’s
Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don’t come near this
I don’ wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, "juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
I got these hoes pussy 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
Nigga, 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

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How You Luv That? (Letra)

Big Tymers

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Awww man, man i sure believe this one here man, gon’ be so beautiful
I know everyone out there gon’ hafta love this one, ya heard that?

[verse 1]
Now, who the fuck cars for days
Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze
Picture me and the missus driving expeditious
The backstabbin’ friends <smack> blowin’ kisses
Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches
Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches
I done done it, the bubble igs 300
Anything else around here, playboy i run it
Bought the black yukon, new storm, microwave with futons
She not white, unh unh, she cub-an
Karats on my fingers, fuckin’ r&b singers
1998 lexus, dickslangers
Nuts-hang-us from south american
Don perrion, mil cousin, move on
Can you top-uh
Nigga with a calico to helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga, "how you luv that?"

[chorus]
How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga
How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga
How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga
How you luv that? brrttt! 20 primeco phones 2x

[verse 2]
Nigga, how you gon’ tell me that shit ain’t changed
When niggas used to play curls now the playin’ braids
And in my crib i got an elevator fuckin’ with these hoes heads
With alligator pillows cases in my bed
I gotta scream, "cheese-y" so bad
Playboy, i had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin’ feds
I said fuck these white folks ‘til i’m dead
Cause i’ma ball ‘til i fall and spend 20 g’s at the mall
Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that
I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle
When 9 months, a cash money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son
So peep this, nigga
I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with
This?
That’s beautiful, these 6 ties with that range rover
Earrings costing 15 g’s with t.v.’s
Nigga, i’m trying to put a screen on the hood of the humvee
With my face on top, nigga, can you see me?
I got so much money, i’ll never do time
I’ll play them white bitches like they play me at all times
I got 20 g’s to put on they leather seat
Or for all the coke chargin’, 3-time felon on one rap sheet
What the fuck i look like? choppin’ tree and pickin’ cotton
When i should be fuckin’ hoes and money clockin’
I’ma big tymer, ask lac, you can believe that
Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that?

[chorus]

[juvenile]
Baby, what you mean that juvenile ain’t bout matin’?
You besta get yo’ mind right and go ahead with that hea-din’
What? you must think these diamonds ain’t real or sumpin, huh?
All of this shinin’ gon’ get me killed for nothin’ huh?
Nigga, fuck that, i’ma ball ‘til i fall from carolton by the lake to general
Digaul
So baby, buy me cristal, shiny jewel
Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches
Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 g cel
My floor shinin’ from mar-ble, cross-connect
In my position, we make nothin’ but g’s
If you rich, then you belong got cmb
Don’t hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please
You think i’m stun’n now, just wait ‘til i come back with them keys
Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don’t come near this
I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this?
They say juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy
I got these hoes pussy poppin’ tell they cheesy and greasy
Can you see me in that bubble i, how you luv that?
Can you see me in that bmw-ah, how you luv that?

[chorus the lil’ wayne talks til end]

How You Luv That (Letra)

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Juvenile:
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 fuck 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 bitches, 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
Fuckin’ r&b singers
1998 lexus, dick slangers
Nuts hangers, from south americon
Don peringion
Me a peasant, move on
Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga how you luv that

Chorus: lil wayne (2x)
How you luv that
20 cars on chrome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 show in the dome
Nigga, how you luv that
20 hot girls to bone
Nigga, how you luv that
Brrrr, 20 primeco phones

Baby:
Nigga how you gon’ tell me that shit ain’t changed
When nigga used to play curls now they playin’ braids
And in my crib i got a elevator fuckin’ 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 muthafuckin’ feds
I say fuck 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, nigga 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
Nigga i’m tryin’ to put a screen on the hood of the humvee
And put my face on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money i’ll never do time
I play them white bitches 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 fuck i look like choppin’ trees and pickin’ cotton
When i shoot, fuckin’ hoes and money clockin’
I’m a big tymer ask ‘lac you could believe that
Play boy nigga 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 killed for nothin’, ha
Nigga fuck that i’m gon’ ball ‘til i fall
>from calton by the levy, to general degaul
So baby pop the crystille, and shine the jewels
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 canal
In my position we make nothin but g’s
Your jewelery say you belong to cmb
Don’t hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think i’m stuntin’ know just wait ‘til i come back with them ki’s
Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don’t come near this
I don’ wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, "juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
I got these hoes pussy 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
Nigga, 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