Juvenile:
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Aw, man
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Man I sho' need this one here man
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It's gon' be so huge
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I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me
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Manny Fresh:
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Now, who the fuck got cars for days
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Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades
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Me and the Misses, drivin' Expeditions
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The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses
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Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
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Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches
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I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300
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Anything else around me playboy I run it
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Bought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a fouton
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She not white, uh uh, she cuban
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Karats on my fingers
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Fuckin' R&B Singers
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1998 Lexus, Dick slangers
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Nuts Hangers, from South Americon
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Don Peringion
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Me a peasant, move on
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Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
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Move, shake, shove that
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Ask yourself nigga How You Luv That
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Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)
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How You Luv That
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20 Cars on chrome
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Nigga, How You Luv That
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20 show in the dome
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Nigga, How You Luv That
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20 Hot Girls to bone
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Nigga, How You Luv That
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Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones
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Baby:
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Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
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When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids
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And in my crib I got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
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With alligator pillow cases in my bed
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I got a screen TV so big
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Playboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds
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I say fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
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Cause I'm gon' ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall
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And Playboy you could tell me How You Luv That
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I bought my son a Rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
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And a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son
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So peeps this, nigga a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can
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you compete wit' this, that's beautiful
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These six tires with that Range Rover
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Ear rings costin' 15 G's, wit' TV's
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Nigga I'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee
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And put my face on top nigga can you see me
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I got so much money I'll never do time
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I play them white bitches like they play me at all times
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I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat
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But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet
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What the fuck I look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton
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When I shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
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I'm a Big Tymer ask 'Lac you could believe that
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Play boy nigga tell me How You Luv That
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Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)
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Juvenile:
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Baby what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'
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Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin'
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What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
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All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha
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Nigga fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall
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>From Calton by the levy, to General DeGaul
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So Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the jewels
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Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L's
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Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 G cells
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My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal
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In my position we make nothin but G's
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Your jewelery say you belong to CMB
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Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
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You think I'm stuntin' know just wait 'til I come back with them ki's
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Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this
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I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
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They say, "Juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
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I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy
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Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv That
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Can't you see me in that BMW-ah, How You Luv That
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Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)
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Wha, How You Luv That
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Wha, How You Luv That
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Wha, How You Luv That
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Wha, How You Luv That
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Wha, How You Luv That
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Nigga, How You Luv That
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Wha wha, Brrr, How You Luv That
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Ha ha, Big Tymers
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Diamonds that'll *Bling* blind ya
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Ha ha, Big Tymers
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Better act like ya know
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How You Luv That
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Big Tymers |