Lizzo - Luv It lyrics

Mane, hold up, tell me how you really feel
Grippin' on the wood grain in
The Coupe de Ville
Drippin' stains, swervin' lanes, actin' bad
Grabbin' cash in the Frenchies, bad
Representin' south of the H Town
Bout to ball at the mall, call it Galleria
Hatin' niggas from a distance
Call it like I see it
"Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am"
They always glad to meet ya
Stuntin' up in Pappadeaux's
They always glad to treat ya
Sexy papi though
Starts down with that shiny grill
Lookin' out of his tinted window
I know it's something like
(What's the deal?)
So throwed, ridin' slow, my clique
Jazzy, yo' clique hoes
Ew! Wouldn't touch 'em with a 50-foot pole
Even Pepé Le Pew said no
I'm a playa, I don't let nobody take my shine
I get mine, you could feel me like my around
We gettin' down all the way
Till the sun come up
Sippin' all the purple all out the white cup

How ya like me now cause I'm real?
How ya like me? How ya like
Me now cause I'm real?
How ya like me? How ya like
Me now cause I'm real?
Touch down, piece and chain, fool
Shiny grill

Huh, you know I love it, mane
Uh, you know I love it, mane
Yeah, love it, mane

These fickle
Fickle niggas holdin' out for a pretty penny
You swallowin' the truth and now
You wizzin' like it's Henny
I'm "run, Forest
Run"-ing and my instincts be Jenny
Jenny Craigin' on them boys
I cut the fat and keep the skinny
Here's a skinny on them motherfuckers
That get caught up
Yeah, you tryna be the man
And ya pushin' ya luck
And you frontin' like we homies then you
Call me like I owe thee
What about the shit you owe me like the
Time I spent with yo' ass for free?
You really think I'd waste my time with you?
Building a business relationship if
The shit gon' sink?
Nigga, that's how you really feel? Nigga
That's how you think?
Think again next time ya come steppin' to me
Cause I wasn't put on this earth
To sing back up for you
Especially if you gon' be selfish
And not come through and I told yo' ho ass
Partner "Go fuck off" too
So we know why I don't fuck around with you
And I hope it burns in yo'
Stomach cause Lizzo on the rise
And I won't respond to yo'
E mails like "Duh", surprise
And I don't hold grudges but, boy, ya cut off
And, I mean, you got a little bit of
Talent but that's not enough awwww maannn