Mr. Lee - Love It lyrics

[Slim Thug] I'm hard to hate but I'm easy to love mayne. Huh, Thugga Ya'll know how I do Huh, it's over, huh [Slim Thug: Verse 1] Huh, I'm stuntin' pullin' out the foreign All them boppers love it We can f** around We just can't f** around in public Let me switch the subject I'm shinin' on Westheimer At the Gallo tryin' to pick out which chick is finer All well designed Talk down I find ya' It's Thugga mothaf**a, in case I need to remind ya' Let me go and wreck, so I can go and bring the techs back Wake up in the mornin' and I'm headin' where them chicks at Grindin' That's why you see so many diamonds Shinin' Like a light bulb I'm blindin' Them boys, watch me make them put away they toys Trunk making noise Haters better avoid Thugga (Thugga) [Paul Wall: Verse 2] Shout out To any body that's getting money Period When it comes to hustles Best believe I got a [?] My footwear is so tight Of exotic material One of the persons to sip' drank It was a miracle [?] Watch that drank got me irritable When the haters hate it just expose who's been inferior I don't know what you smokin' But I swear my sh** superior When I flash my wrist The pa**ersby go hysterical And when I work that wheel and pop my trunk It is historical And when her a** get fake I give a f** that is rhetorical Switch up cars like audible My changing cars are a**ort-able My slab come with an arsenal But my grill is not affordable Hold up (Hold up) [Chamillionaire: Verse 3] (Here lizard lizard lizard) Real recognize real, you can tell Thugga just hit me on the cell If you can sell water to a women with a water hose And I can sell cameras to a jail Plenty ice is sittin' on my chest I should bake a cake, might as well Take the money Then you put the money on the money counter Put the money counter on scale If time is money then I need it on the dot Time is money then I'm always on the clock Got a 40 caliber for the plot 150 thousand on my parkin' spot Not the type of rapper that bargain shop Before you realize it I'd barged your shop Ridin' in car with a revolver top Ironically the weapon got revolver shots The platinum rapper that's standing here The only that can confer Got some plex, then don't say my name Like Candy Man and watch him appear Grab a deal, candy clear Candy clearer than a chandelier I compare myself to the best So I should probably go grab a mirror Like Sammy Sosa, do certain pitchers I'll probably hit, so keep secure your mistress I prefer to keep girl suspicious Dig a hole it's feed first for snitches Known for fittin' certain inches Candy coat it then swervin' digits Gettin' paid, so I got it made Get's paid too much to touch dirty dishes Strippers flock's in me in the club Talkin' like they wanna learn the bidness Thinkin' I should go buy a gym Make 'em work for me And call it "Twerk For Fitness" Diamonds shinin in 3rd dimensions Bosses life like we had earnt the riches She sipping' the syrup, when you look at my shirt You can see where your girl left purple kisses Haha