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Jay Z I just wanna love u give it 2 me
Letīs go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hovī
You, are, not, ready
Hovī, unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

Iīm a hustler baby [Iīm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where Iīm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [moī money, moī problems]
Youīll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But donīt bullshit me
Cīmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 1]
When the Remiīs in the system, ainīt no tellin
Will I fuck īem will I diss īem, thatīs what they be yellin
Iīm a pimp by blood, not relation
Yīall be chasin, I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cristī, mami on E
Canīt keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
"And I wish I never met her at all..."
It gets better, ordered another round
Itīs, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cristī
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But donīt bullshit me
Cīmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But donīt bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage
Letīs keep it real ma, you savin it for karats
You wanna see how far Iīma go
How, much Iīma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Cristī, but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your headīs priceless
Profess you love the Hovī, and Iīll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hovī, too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pacīs soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
Iīm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, cīmon

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But donīt bullshit me
Cīmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But donīt bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Iīm a hustler baby [uh, Hovī]
I just want you to know [Hovī]
It aint where I been
But where Iīm bout to go [Hovī, Hovī]
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [moī money, moī problems]
Youīll forget your man

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, Iīm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Venus in L.A., Bubblinī in Dublin
Canīt deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why donīt you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hovī!

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But donīt bullshit me
Cīmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But donīt bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh