Wats Luv? Lyrics

Wats Luv? lyrics

Wats Luv?

 Fat Joe

 (Jealous Ones Still Envy)

 

 [Fat Joe:]

 Put the fuckin' mic on

 Mic is on

 Joe Crack the Don uh

 Yeah, Yeah, Y'All

 Irv Gotti

 

 [Ashanti:]

 What's love?

 

 [Fat Joe:]

 Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad

 It should be about us

 Be about trust

 

 [Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}]

 What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All}

 What's love?

 It's about us {It's about us}

 It's about trust babe {Be about trust}

 What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh}

 What's love?

 It should be about us {It should be about us}

 It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}

 What's love?

 

 [Verse 1: Fat Joe]

 Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby

 Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady

 I wanna chick with thick hips

 That licks her lips

 She can be the office type or like to strip

 Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye

 But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high

 Don't wanna lose the feelin'

 Cause the roof is chillin'

 It's on fire & you lookin'

 Good for the gettin'

 I'm rida 

 Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider

 You should see the jewelery on my women

 & I'm livin' it up 

 The squad stay feelin' the truck

 With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh

 You say you gotta man & your in love

 But what's love 

 Gotta do with a little menage

 After the party 

 Just me & you 

 Could just slide for a few

 & she could come too

 That's love!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 2: Fat Joe]

 Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues

 You gotta man

 But you need to understand

 That you got something with you

 Ass is fat, frame is little

 Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle

 Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot

 & the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop

 You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)

 & let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta 

 (Like a Don is supposed ta)

 Please believe 

 You leave with me

 We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E

 You need to trust the god & jump in the car

 For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal

 What's love?

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti]

 

 Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down

 Michael Jack style

 Hot 7 who the mack now?

 Not my fault cause they love the kid

 Ma be the chain or the whip 

 I don't know what it is

 We just party & bullshit

 Come on mommy put your body in motion

 You gotta nigga open

 You came here with the heart to cheat

 So you need to sing the song with me

 All my ladies come on

 

 [Ashanti (Fat Joe)]

 When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me

 I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)

 Don't want your stacks (Yeah)

 Just break my back (Uh) 

 Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo)

 Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)

 Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) 

 on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

 

 [Chorus 2 Times]

 

 

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