We Luv Ya (Explicit)

N**gas on the dance floor losing they mind

The reason why yo baby mama throwing up gang signs

A n**ga with an attitude it's plane to see

The lil n**gas in my hood call me jeezy e

'Cause I'm a mothaf**king fool

When I pack a mack 10 rock

A lot of ice cubes daaaamn

Got the choppers n**ga ain't talking motor bikes noo

The rocks in my ear shine like headlights

A hundred rounds about the size of darts

Call it big sexy tear your man apart that riiiight

Real recognize real dawg I feel ya

But if you put yo hands on me kinky b gon killya

Them h**s in the projects we luv ya n**ga

The n**gas in ya hood we luv ya n**ga

Them n**gas in the trap we luv ya n**ga

They f**king with you like that we luv ya n**ga

Them h**s in the projects we luv ya n**ga

The n**gas in ya hood we luv ya n**ga

Them n**gas in the trap we luv ya n**ga

They f**king with you like that we luv ya n**ga

Calling me a workaholic 'cause I work too much

They say I like to talk about the work too much

Lemme see I'm not a plumber a n**ga can't fix cars nope

I'm an astrologist

I know all the stars heeey

I'm not a politician or lawyer or doctor

A barber or a teacher a rapper or a preacher

And I ain't gon lie I had a nine to five

My trap opened at nine and closed at five haha

T R A P n**ga

O R D I E n**ga yeeeeah

You n**gas are sore losers I'm a born winner

Fish scale on the stove just cook dinner

Them h**s in the projects we luv ya n**ga

The n**gas in ya hood we luv ya n**ga

Them n**gas in the trap we luv ya n**ga

They f**king with you like that we luv ya n**ga

Them h**s in the projects we luv ya n**ga

The n**gas in ya hood we luv ya n**ga

Them n**gas in the trap we luv ya n**ga

They f**king with you like that we luv ya n**ga

It was either be a rapper or sit behind bars

The next best thing rock ice drive cars

Yeeeah

Plus I was good at it n**ga

You shoulda seen me with them thangs

You was good at it n**ga

I gotta way with h**s work the microwave

I gotta way with o's

Don't get it twisted look I mean well

I'm a hustla I can sell fire in hell

Get that thang poppin like a 711 if

I make it up top

I'm selling wings in heaven

Please Lord forgive me for I have sinned

A n**ga got his grind on I had to have that benz

Them h**s in the projects we luv ya n**ga

The n**gas in ya hood we luv ya n**ga

Them n**gas in the trap we luv ya n**ga

They f**king with you like that we luv ya n**ga

Them h**s in the projects we luv ya n**ga

The n**gas in ya hood we luv ya n**ga

Them n**gas in the trap we luv ya n**ga

They f**king with you like that we luv ya n**ga

Shibme