I Love It Lyrics

I Love It lyrics

f/ Rah Digga







[Chorus 2X: Rah Digga]



I love it! (I love it!)



I want it! (I want it!)



I need it! (I need it!)



Got to have it! (Got to have it!)







[Young Zee]



Yeah, five X got me high to death



So high I can't even tell my right from left



If it's beef, right now we in trouble



'Cause all of us drunk and Young Zee seein' double



Shout to my dames in the house



Let us bash, knowin' my tape coming on



You can strip right now and get butt naked



'Cause doe come first nigga, a bitch come second



Girl, you gon' make me kick one leg in



Right inside your stomach while you six months pregnant



Zee disrespect thugs, that wanna flip drugs



Doe can't fuck with my checks though



Let me hear about a war, y'all get carried out the door



An' buried 'round the floor, you're feelin' kinda poor



Your belly drive a four



I push big chips, watch you ?????? an' I LOVE IT!







[Chorus] - repeat 2X







[Young Zee]



Pass me your blunt you gon' get it back torse



Pass me your 40, here take the back door



You nobody, your crew's so tiny



Zee got labels, all you ain't, who gon' sign me?



C'mon! Get your click's whipped



Football scores, we be 56 - zip



Neck crampin', sex slammin' (aha)



Fuck so much we need to get examined



Sit me down now, Zee and rotwilders



Two big dogs, you just a lil' dog like Bow Wow



Girls choose a wish, I'll "fill your fantasy" like Ludacris



Whilst your twat smells like tuna fish



Tonight, I could do it on my first night



No hotels, let's do it on my dirt bike



Just call and say when



You hate when I try to put it all the way in, but I LOVE IT!







[Chorus] - repeat 2X







[Young Zee]



Zee sings: Ooowee, ooowee, ooowee, baby, baby, baby (hahahaha)







My boys bone any hoe



Chill with the Outz on home video



Hoes ?said they no?, we rollin' in doe



Take big long pulls, a hole in the dro



O's get to go where no niggas go



I go get the fo', you go six below



Holdin' the rows, with a hole in ya clothes



Don't diss the O's or we'll roll to ya show



But there won't be no show 'cause we closin' the do'!



Go to your home we be bonin' ya hoe



G-g-g-go, now where you gon' go? My boys stole your fo'



We're chokin' your throat when we catch you on the low and I LOVE IT!







[Chorus] - repeat 4X