Versuri 12. I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)

Let's go 
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 ain't where I been 
(It ain't 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 
 
When the Remi's in the system, ain't 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'll replace them, huh? 
Drunk off Crist', mami 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 Chloe glasses 
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion 
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra 
Filth Mart 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 
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
 
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin' it for marriage 
Let's keep it real ma, you savin' it for karats 
You wanna see how far I'm a go 
How, much I'm a 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's soul 
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 ain't 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 
 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Same song, I'm back, been around the world 
Romancing girls that dance with girls 
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia 
The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin 
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