What's Luv (Freestyle) Lyrics

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 going to 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 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 your 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 the 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 believe

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