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1. _ How You Luv That?
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 <smack> 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?"
[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?
[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]
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2. _ Good Friday
[mack 10]
Hoo bangin' and cash money
Hustlin' every frday
[baby]
Got a package on wednesday, thursday i broke it up
Now friday done came, today we cookin' up
Ain't gettin' loaded nigga, no time for fuckin' up
I'm breakin' niggaz of with bricks from hust-a-lers
The hood done changed cause niggaz is comin' up
Ya short me, i'ma have to blow your hood up
The feds on my ass but i need my change
So i could ride hummers, jags and bentleys man
[manny fresh]
It's that day, phat day
Kidnappin' and gun play
I need my riches from you bitches and i can't stay
Now that the flavor that i savor neighbor, 20 inch thangs
Rag on my head, white t-shirt and bagette chains
Mac like roni the one and only
Nigga puff like daddy and i'm pretty like tony
Friday, lie day, tell the lil nigga i'll pay 'em
And when he come up with the product, ya'll niggaz spray 'em
Now why they
Had to do me on friday
Chorus: b.g. (2x)
It's friday, nigga on the block straight shinin'
Runnin' a bitch down, tryin' to get it i'm grindin'
Sellin' 2 for 1's what ever nigga i got it
Them checks came out so the set straight poppin'
[lil' wayne]
Listen, listen, listen, la
Weezy-we, movin' 20 ki's a week
On a good friday it's like easy street
Breakin' down whole chickens, to quarters and halves
You gould get it harded than slabs or softer than sand
If you come around my course nigga
Askin' for the short nigga
Not on tuesdays and thursdays, i be duckin' the law nigga
You know i got that raw nigga, bags to bricks
Whole things goin' for 10 and ounces for 6
Look it's iceberg nigga expect the worst
Friday done fell on the first and i got that work
And if i fron the whole thing, i'ma ask for 11
If i front a half a thing, i'm taxin' ya 7
Cause i gotta ride dubs nigga runnin' whatever
A cmr standard nigga got a flosser kompressor
I got a extra 223, and my pockets to spend
And on the next friday, i'ma do it again
Wha
Chorus: b.g. (2x)
[mack 10]
Man first it was a hard night
And that was good friday, i got to duck 'til i'm special on the hard white
I'm ridin' 20 inches, flossin', stay shinin'
I'm the boss, i get chickens at cost and stay grindin'
Don't make me put on the bass and so i'm bout to start hoopin'
I'll remake 2 out a 1 so i can get hootin' and recoopin'
My game gettin' strong and my profit gettin' long
I bust the whole chick down and sell it all in zones
Try to beat me or cheat me and get your shirt stained up
And run for pop those hollows towards the door and freeze your brain up
All hustlin' hit the stores and turn the flame up
Left the water bubblin' and rocked the caine up
So baby, you wayne and fresh y'all get the machetes
Put it in b.g. cook it and y'all chop it when it's ready
And when you come to my hood and you lookin' for them thangs
Mack 10 is the name on the caddy door now what
[manny fresh]
Why they
Had to do me on friday
Why they
Had to persue on friday
Why they
Had to do me on friday
Why they
Had to persue on friday
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
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3. _ This how we do
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[Chorus - Mannie Fresh] (2x)
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
[Mannie Fresh]
Got one more minute, hold that call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy niggaz screamin, "alcohol"
Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball
Five bartenders and they all want leave
Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit us"
Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and dykes
Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights
Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)
[Baby]
Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play
Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze
Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots
We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock
Laid Back on them 23s
Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)
You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated
Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
Gotta give props to the man that made me
Red Gold, I start it went crazy
Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)
[Mannie Fresh]
Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this
I do you, but never ever him
He is a wimp, and you is a pimp
Then she goes down, to my brown
One eye, big guy, hear that sound?
Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)
Turn everything off bruh
Check out my outfit (music resumes)
[Baby]
I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs
Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge
She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub
(that's nothin' lil' one)
I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
The yellow-gold stealth, faded
Got the chrome, nigga, plated
Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (Fade To End)
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4. _ Top Of The Line Niggas
(lil' wayne)
Top of the line nigga
Check
Verse 1:
Excuse me, let me introduce me
La, la uptown top of the line hb
See i'm a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crushed
Ain't too many can touch
Baby i'm too much
I'm fifteen with fifteen karats
And fifteen figures with fifteen niggers
And fifteen hummers with triggers
I'm way at the top
Up the million dollar spot
Want to flex what i got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show i get
You can give a quarter key
Tryin to ?? sale but they cost six-five to see me
While we be goin shows baby transporting keys
Findin' out always to beat the n.o.p.d
But uh-uh
Can't stop me from shinin', no uh-uh
Can't stop my rolie from windin, yeah i
(sniff) i-i blow niggas minds
Me and prime up in the five
Dog it's top of the line
(chorus)(lil' wayne & baby)2x
Say whotay
La la need have diamonds like me
Whotay
Need to see the leather in the humvee
Whotay
Us niggas six figures
Whotay
Top of the line niggas
Verse 2:
Nigga i just ordered me something new
Some six generation technology that's only made for movies
Comin' from tennessee and i'm in lousiville on 23rd street
Hangin with this hot boy chillin
Tryna find a way to drop a hundred keys on these niggas
And i peep in this shit that be shinin like me , nigga
Ridin on twentys and be playin these hoes
These niggas in lousiville gotta a mouth full of gold
But see playboy i be bout that shinin
These niggas bout that reppin'
While i be bout "big tymin"
Nigga, i'm so tru ?? whatever i do
I just bought new cars for the whole crew
I'm so top of the line nigga
I don't what to do
I bought fresh a lamborghini and me a loaders, fool
Verse 3:
I got the jucuzzi nigga in the back of the truck
Runnin' water for your daughter when she want to get buck
Cable satelleite dish, sony remote
?? sold me a truck
?? sold me the boat
I got some shit on my finger that'll blind the crowd
I got some shit in my truck that's way too loud
I'm the most looked back in the year '98
Y'all got to love me baby
Don't i look great
Dog, gave me the gift so i could share it y'all
Like michael jordan y'all goin' see me ball
Verse 4:
One million, two million, three
Oh! it's my part
That lil' nigga whole heart
Lexus automatic start
I shine like eighteen
And sparkle like a bezzel
Ridin' up yo' block
In the fully loaded ledger
And the navigator on ??
But that's for tommorrow though
Shaggin' up for hundred
With ?? and mario
That slut that's me
In the gs 3
So play the backseat
Suck on me watch yo' teeth
And um wipe yo feet
'fore you step under my bell
Ding dong ?? bell worth a mill so what the hell
What like my smile
Three million dollar grin
What this me playin introduce me to your friend
It's all gravy baby hot boy you should know it
In a mercedes baby mm hmm that's beatiful
Look i'm large bro
Be flyin up and down the lake on cbr's bro
In my garage ?? my place i got 4 cars bro
I swear me and my brothers we superstars bro
La la it's marvelous
You see i "bloop" bust like a bottle i'm all wet
Go cash bout four checks
Yo' wife ?? till' get more wet
I sticks to the cool
Reeboks and girbauds
It's all about a mill
These hoes, diamonds and golds
(chorus)
(lil' wayne talking)
Yeah
Playboy it's like this
Hey, get the shovel man
Let's go bubble all this ice
It's wonderful baby
(manny talking)
Truly marvelous
Y'all tryin to rub me like jeans
But y'all need to wear y'all own, man
Come on man you can't fit me, man
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