How You Luv That? Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 1 - Big Tymers

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 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?" 

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[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? 

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[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]