How U Luv That
    (专辑: King Remembered In Time - 2013)
    
    [Hook:]  Shit, I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?  Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist  I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?  I 
put on my clique, hoes on my dick  How you love that? How you love that?  How you love that? How you love that?  How you love that? How you love that?  I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?   [Verse 1:]  Fuck what you heard hoe, they know bout the 
crizzle  The 
Chevy on gold Pirelli's, with the 
pole in the 
middle  I 
break a 
hoe if she brittle,  Pimping hot off the 
griddle  Fucking busters that's creeping and fucking for nothing  So high up figure  I 
was trickin off, candy paint my candy frame  Don't be ashamed to lick it off  Hail Mary's to game, to a 
dame, and you can't pick it off  Off the 
chain, I 
can sick it off  Time and time again I 
try to tell em lemme kick it off and bang on  Put them lames on,  It ain't more tied if I 
ain't put my name on  Make the 
kind of track to put a 
train on  Styrofoam, purple rain on  Fresh up out the 
cleanest, bout the 
meanest, not a 
stain on it  Rain on it, pussy chains on it,  Bet the 
game on it  Bout whoop a 
beat to the 
frequency that a 
bitch came on it  Keep it rango, bitch you lookin hang on the 
flow  I 
leave a 
bitch fiending for some more   [Hook:]  Shit, I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?  Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist  I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?  I 
put on my clique, hoes on my dick  How you love that? How you love that?  How you love that? How you love that?  How you love that? How you love that?  I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?   [Verse 2:]  Yeah, B 
is I, G 
front biatch,  Young creep nigga, hoe you know just what I 
be bout  It's time to take out the T 
tops, we own that, like banners  Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper  This that shit that they should capture on film  Lights, camera, action life  Bitch my pimpin 1080p without no satellite  Some niggas ain't acting right,  Talking bout who run the 
south  They know us since they stick it, ain't no Robotuss to help em out  I've been official, big dog in the 
yard,  Rollin more likely to murder every verse that I 
start  So as soon as I 
park, and I 
hop on the 
pot  Better leave with yo bitch, for I'm off in her mouth  Cause I'm a 
big timer rhymer, no cosigners will rhyme for you  If I 
ain't with that clear then let me break it down for you  They lame, we not, see us, on top,  Alumni forever ever bitch,  They know I 
got the...   [Hook:]  Shit, I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?  Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist  I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?  I 
put on my clique, hoes on my dick  How you love that? How you love that?  How you love that? How you love that?  How you love that? How you love that?  I 
got the 
hook up bitch,  What you know bout this?