how u luv that (vol. 2 version)

Singer:big tymers

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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 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

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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

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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"