What's Luv (Freestyle)
What is love
Tell me what the fuck a thug supposed To do
When he head over heels over you
And I
Don't know how to go about Approaching you
I don't know how to do this shit
Nobody showed me the rules to this
Where's Cupid? Come scoop this bitch For me
Pardon me
I ain't mean to call you out your name
Take the man out the hood
But not the hood out the man
Shit don't change
Why don't you show me
Show me how to love you
I, will show you what a thug'll do
I'm gonna show you
What no other man on the globe ever Showed you
How it truly feels
To not have another woman go before You
What is love?
What is love?
Somebody come and show me how
To maneuver through this crazy ole
Game of love
I need somebody
That'll show me how to maneuver Through this
Crazy love game is ludicrous
I ain't trying to deal with stupid shit
I heard about fake love
Bitches only want me cuz they the Coupe and Shit
See the light shining when I move my Wrist
Might blind you need a new iris
Where is the girl
That's willing to go federal with me
Whether I'm dead or broke she picks Me
With that approach
I finally found somebody who gets me
Thank god for what he sent me
I'm Bobby
You are Whitney
Come ride with me through the city
This vibe is so powerful
Even when I'm not around
I will lookout for you
You got me high as the Eiffel Tower
Won't let yo love get away
I am your Michael myers
Swear no other Hoe can hold a light
To you but I might be biased
I been around a bunch of stars before
But you shine the brightest
Baby girl, you a goddess
I don't mean to be naughty
I can't wait for you to call me
Tell me slide, so you can ride it
I'm excited
I'm driving
Lighting speed down the highway
I'm banging usher's "My way"
Then I
Pull up
In the driveway
I
Knock on the door
It opens
My jaw drops to the floor
All she got is a robe on
Underneath there's no clothes on
All I hear is slow songs
I can tell that the stove on
She cooking
I can tell that stove on, she cooking
Her family from Puerto Rico
She from Brooklyn
Her favorite rapper jay-z
Should have seen the plate she made Me
And the scene was perfect like
Make belief
And her skin was clear like
Mabeline
She was smoking on that maple leaf
Told me take my coat off grabbed me
By my hand, girl where you taking Me
Baby girl where you taking me
Told me to shut up and wait and see
What's love
What's love
Tell me what's love
Tell me what's love
Tell me what the fuck a thug supposed To do
When he head over heels over you
And I
Don't know how to go about Approaching you
I don't know how to do this shit
Nobody showed me the rules to this
Where's Cupid? Come scoop this bitch For me
Pardon me
I ain't mean to call you out your name
Take the man out the hood
But not the hood out the man
Shit don't change
Why don't you show me
Show me how to love you
I, will show you what a thug'll do
I'm gonna show you
What no other man on the globe ever Showed you
How it truly feels
To not have another woman go before You
What is love?
What is love?
Somebody come and show me how
To maneuver through this crazy ole
Game of love
I need somebody
That'll show me how to maneuver Through this
Crazy love game is ludicrous
I ain't trying to deal with stupid shit
I heard about fake love
Bitches only want me cuz they the Coupe and Shit
See the light shining when I move my Wrist
Might blind you need a new iris
Where is the girl
That's willing to go federal with me
Whether I'm dead or broke she picks Me
With that approach
I finally found somebody who gets me
Thank god for what he sent me
I'm Bobby
You are Whitney
Come ride with me through the city
This vibe is so powerful
Even when I'm not around
I will lookout for you
You got me high as the Eiffel Tower
Won't let yo love get away
I am your Michael myers
Swear no other Hoe can hold a light
To you but I might be biased
I been around a bunch of stars before
But you shine the brightest
Baby girl, you a goddess
I don't mean to be naughty
I can't wait for you to call me
Tell me slide, so you can ride it
I'm excited
I'm driving
Lighting speed down the highway
I'm banging usher's "My way"
Then I
Pull up
In the driveway
I
Knock on the door
It opens
My jaw drops to the floor
All she got is a robe on
Underneath there's no clothes on
All I hear is slow songs
I can tell that the stove on
She cooking
I can tell that stove on, she cooking
Her family from Puerto Rico
She from Brooklyn
Her favorite rapper jay-z
Should have seen the plate she made Me
And the scene was perfect like
Make belief
And her skin was clear like
Mabeline
She was smoking on that maple leaf
Told me take my coat off grabbed me
By my hand, girl where you taking Me
Baby girl where you taking me
Told me to shut up and wait and see
What's love
What's love
Tell me what's love
Tell me what's love
Credits
Writer(s): Ean Defoor
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