I Just Wanna Love U (give It To Me) Lyrics

I Just Wanna Love U (give It To 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 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 carats
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