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Hov!
Uh huh,
You, are, not,
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young

I'm a hustler (I'm a hustler)
I just want you to (Wanna let you know)
It ain't I been (It aint where I been)
But where I'm to go (Top of the world!)
Now I wanna love you (just wanna love you)
But be who I am (you know you me)
And with all this (mo' money, mo' problems)
forget your man
Now it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff

the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them,
off Crist', mami on E
Can't keep her model hands off me
Both in the club, high, off key
"And I wish I met her at all"
It gets better, ordered round
It's, about, to go,
Got six model chicks, six of Crist'
Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and Chloe glasses
Go private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, bra
Filth Mart jeans, that off

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
I give it to me
that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't me
Mama, that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

Yeah, save the narrative, you it for marriage
keep it real ma, you savin' it for karats
You see how far I'm a go
How, much I'ma but you already know
Zip, zero, with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that it
light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll let you down
Get you like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to
Ladies love me time like 2Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me,

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said it to me
Gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler (uh, Hov')
I just you to know (Hov')
It aint where I
But where I'm to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I just love you (young Hova)
But be who I am (know you me)
And with all this (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget man

Yeah, yeah,
song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Amnesia
The in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin
Can't deny me, why you want to
You me, why don't you try me
Baby you to, believe me, Hov'!

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
But don't me
C'mon, gimme that funk, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said it to me
Gimme that funk, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff

You gotta,
it to me
Uh, uh huh