I Luv That

Album: II Trill (2008)
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  • I love that shit, I love that shit
    I love that shit

    It's goin' down like it always do,
    I'm about to hit 'em front row, front door with the crew
    I pull up to vallet in the '09 cedes,
    And turn the heads of all the fly ladies,
    I let the doors out, then let the doors up
    Step out the car, now the whole world slows up,
    I show up like a certified pro,
    Lookin' like slow motion when I heads to the door,
    I walk right pass the line to the rope
    Everybody fall back to the motherfuckin' pole,
    Its not even a question if I'm fittin' to bring the strap in,
    They tried to pad me down but it ain't about to happen,
    Head to the bar all eyes on B the,
    From the haters and the fly mommacitas,
    And trust me man when the club this thick
    You ain't even gotta ask, I love this shit

    [Chorus]
    The club is packed the bottles is poppin'
    We make it rain when the models is boppin'
    (I love that shit)
    Ladies shakin' their backs
    And all the players in the place is catchin' heart attacks
    (I love that shit)
    Hey yo DJ turn it up
    (I love that shit)
    You gotta B then lets burn it up
    You know we do it B-I-G so come and holla at a player in the V-I-P

    UGK we in the house fo sho
    We bout to crank this thing up, yea you already know
    We in the club lookin' like new money
    Put your stunner shades on cause the ice to sunny
    Me and my partners posted up at the bar
    And we bout to buy it out for the price of your car
    All the ace of spades all the rosette
    All the syrup and white patron OK
    Sent it out ice buckets by the dozen
    I pass em out to my dogs and my cousins
    The whole club full of smoke and we buzzin'
    Its goin' down and man you thought it wasn't
    Movin' through the club like a Tonka line
    See the baddest lil' mama legs long and fine
    And she like I love your rope, is solid gold or hollow B
    Ill tell you in the V.I.P mommy follow me

    [Chorus]

    No party like a trill ass party
    Cause a trill ass party don't stop
    Ain't no shorty like a trill ass shorty
    Cause a trill ass shorty goin' drop
    Go drop it down low to the flow make it pop
    I wanna watch you wobble show me what you got
    Now goin' work that and twerk that
    Now jiggle it around maybe jerk that
    Now toot it up, and boot it up
    I'm cocked and loaded, I'ma shoot it up
    Now grind it, wind it
    Now back it up while I get behind it
    Now go ahead and do your thing girl
    Let it loose, let it go, let it hang girl
    Now shake what your momma gave you for daddy
    And you can ride shotgun in the caddy

    [Chorus] Writer/s: BERNARD FREEMAN, SCOTT STORCH
    Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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