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Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty,
young Hova
I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you
know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the
world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love
me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give
it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit
me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 1]
*When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what
they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them*
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the
club, high, singing off key
*And I wish I never met her at all...*
It gets better, ordered
another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go
somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked
jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that
gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
stuff
But don't bullshit me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
stuff
[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's keep
it real ma you savin it for cabbage
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma spend but
you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about
it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice
whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's
priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the
Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't
bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give
it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit
me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh,
Hov']
I just want you to know [Hov']
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go
[Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love
me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing
girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A.,
bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try
me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that
sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that
sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that
nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that
nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh |
