How U Luv That Lyrics

[Hook]
Shit, I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
Old school my whip
King Tut my wrist
I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
I put on my clique
Hoes on my dick
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
I got the hook up bitch
What you know 'bout this?

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck what you heard, ho, they know bout the Krizzle
The Chevy on four Pirellis with the pole in the middle
I break a ho if she brittle, pimpin' hot off the griddle
Cluckin' bustas freakin' and fuckin' for nothing
So how you figure I was tricking off?
Candy paint my Caddy frame don't be ashamed to lick it off
Hail Mary some game to a dame and you can't pick it off
Off the chain (Hoo!) I can't sic it off
Time and time again I try and tell them let me kick it off
And bang on it, I put these lames on it
It ain't Multi if ain't put my name on it
Make that kinda track and put a train on it
Styrofoam, purple rain on it
Fresh up out the cleaners, my demeanor, not a stain on it
Reign on it, put some chains on it, bet the game on it
My woofer beat to the frequency that a bitch done came on it
Pinky ring on em, chinchilla get hanged on the floor
I leave a bitch fiending for some more
[Hook]
Shit, I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
Old school my whip
King Tut my wrist
I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
I put on my clique
Hoes on my dick
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
I got the hook up bitch
What you know 'bout this?

[Verse 2: Big SANT]
Yeah, B-izza G SANT, biatch
Young trill nigga, ho you know just what I be bout
Time to take off them T tops, we on that, like banners
Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper
This that shit that they should capture on film
Lights camera action, life
Bitch my pimpin' 1080p, without no satellite
Why niggas ain't acting right, talkin' 'bout who run the South
They know it's us
They sick and ain't no Robituss to help ‘em out
I been official, big dawg in the yard
Voted most likely to murder every verse that I start
So as soon as I park and I hop on that ride
Better leave with your bitch, 'fore I'm off in her mouth
Cuz I'mma big timer rhymer, no co-signers around for you
If I ain't make that clear let me break it down for ya
They lame (yeah), we not (yeah), see us (yeah) on top (yeah)
Alumni forever ever bitch
They know
[Hook]
Shit, I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
Old school my whip
King Tut my wrist
I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
I put on my clique
Hoes on my dick
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
How you love that?
I got the hook up bitch
What you know 'bout this?

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Genius Annotation

“How U Luv That” was the Big Tymer’s debut album and featured the classic “I’m Still Fly”. The Big Tymers were one of the earliest examples of successful Southern Rap, so by naming this track after their album, KRIT aims not only to pay homage to the greats of Southern Hip Hop, but also to insinuate that he and Sant are in the category.

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Release Date
April 10, 2013
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