We Luv It (feat. prumf)

I own no copyrights to the instrumental track--------Lyrics below

Yeah it's been too long, it's preezy prumf and DJohn, we love it

(HOOK)

We the gangstas that are bringing home the bitches from the shows
Young Jeezy's getting old but we just started to grow and we love it, we love it
Reppin' K-State, got the campus on our back and we blowin up the picture putting Kansas on the map and we love it, we love it

Verse 1 (PRUMF)

Well I guess it ain't contagious, but my flow is sick, its got the flu.
Prumf and DJohn running things, past beats: guaranteed we slew.
Instrumentals: killed our fair share, quite a bit more than a few.
Beginners luck does not apply -- we're vets, not taking care of zoos.
Pick your mom up and now we're planning to go fornicate.
Charm is my finest trait and you lack it so you masturbate.
Get her back at a decent time, she can tuck you in before it's late.
"Ooh you're an expert, my husband's intermediate."
Unlike most, making it big for rap has never been my dream.
I do this shit for fun, though of the crop -- I am the cream.
Young and upcoming like the Buccaneer's Rahim.
Not doing it by myself...Tredz and DJohn -- that's my team.
We'll drop this song and it'll be Top Story on your local news.
2 college boys killed another track, even did it while they lightly snoozed.
Off to a fast start, my career's a car, the control's firmly put into cruise.
Others should just call in sick and I'd advise that you just hit your snooze.

(HOOK)

Verse 2 (DJOHN7)

I believe I can fly---whoo---I feel it in my soul
I built my own wings so I don't need your fuckin' Red Bull
DJohn7 and I'm back on my greezy
School's had me all caged up like Weezy
But fuck that, now I'm a student of the game, son, see me with my frames on, game on, stayin' on, lookin' so studious, I'm new to this, and I'm not spittin' out this verse because I'm on my hawk-a-lugie shit
Or Ludicrous shit, this is absolutely ludicrous
and I'm keepin it flowing like a long piss
just like I keepin' your girl going with a long kiss
Damn shame my time's up, to be continued bitch

(HOOK)

Verse 3 (PRUMF)

Your pockets in a drought, hoods up though 'cause I make it sleet.
Since I've joined this game, I have yet to ever sniff defeat.
Took a break for awhile, now I'm rested and back on my feet.
Stop claiming you're the best, because you're not, you're spewing bull shiiiit.
Your ear pains, I'll alleviate. Your girl I plan to penetrate.
Time is money -- I'm rich, so it doesn't matter if I'm running late.
I am on the top like K-State -- '98.
I am what is poppin' but you'll never see me deflate.
People saying I'm the best, I'd say hold that thought, but not quite yet.
No doubt I'll be there one day, if you disagree, I'll take that bet.
Blowing up faster than the YouTube guy who had Tourettes.
Running circles 'round the game, no one's near me -- Secretariat.

(HOOK)

(DJOHN7)

Seein' the light and we're not even in the tunnel
gettin wild on the track, call this welcome to the jungle
We the main vein, rap's English Channel
And me and P, we just lovin' it like McDonald's

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