Luv It - Lizzo

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