Big Tymers

Big Tymers - How U Luv That (Vol. 2 Version) lyrics

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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

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

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

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

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

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

Ha ha, Big Tymers

Better act like ya know

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