Luv It 가사

Mane, hold up, tell me how you really feel Grippin' on the wood grain in the Coupe de Ville Drippin' stains, swervin' lanes, actin' bad, grabbin' cash In the Frenchies, bad, representin' south of the H-Town Bout to ball at the mall, call it Galleria Hatin' niggas from a distance, call it like I see it Yes, ma'am and No, ma'am, they always glad to meet ya Stuntin' up in Pappadeaux's, they always glad to treat ya Sexy papi though, starts down with that shiny grill Lookin' out of his tinted window, I know it's something like (What's the deal?) So throwed, ridin' slow, my clique jazzy, yo' clique hoes, ew! Wouldn't touch 'em with a 50-foot pole, even Pepé Le Pew said no I'm a playa, I don't let nobody take my shine I get mine, you could feel me like my [?] around We gettin' down all the way till the Sun come up Sippin' all the purple all out the white cup How ya like me now cause I'm real? How ya like me? How ya like me now cause I'm real? How ya like me? How ya like me now cause I'm real? Touch down, piece and chain, fool, shiny grill Huh, you know I love it, mane Uh, you know I love it, mane Yeah, love it, mane These fickle, fickle niggas holdin' out for a pretty penny You swallowin' the truth and now you wizzin' like it's Henny I'm "run, Forest, run" -ing and my instincts be Jenny Jenny Craigin' on them boys, I cut the fat and keep the skinny Here's a skinny on them motherfuckers that get caught up Yeah, you tryna be the man and ya pushin' ya luck And you frontin' like we homies then you call me like I owe thee What about the shit you owe me like the time I spent with yo' ass for free? You really think I'd waste my time with you? Building a business relationship if the shit gon' sink? Nigga, that's how you really feel? Nigga, that's how you think? Think again next time ya come steppin' to me Cause I wasn't put on this earth to sing back up for you Especially if you gon' be selfish and not come through And I told yo' ho ass partner Go fuck off too So we know why I don't fuck around with you And I hope it burns in yo' stomach cause Lizzo on the rise And I won't respond to yo' e-mails like Duh , surprise And I don't hold grudges but, boy, ya cut off And, I mean, you got a little bit of talent but that's not enough Awwww maannn