What's Luv

"What's Luv?" (feat. Ashanti, Ja Rule) A música segue assim : /For all lyric Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be about trust Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) Fat Joe What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) Yeah, Yeah, Y'All What's love? It's about us It's about us It's about trust babe Be about trust What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) Yeah, Yeah, Uh What's love? It should be about us It should be about us It should be about trust babe Be about trust What's love? Verse 1: Fat Joe Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady I wanna chick with thick hips That licks her lips She can be the office type or like to strip Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high Don't wanna lose the feelin' Cause the roof is chillin' It's on fire & you lookin' Good for the gettin' I'm rida Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider You should see the jewelery on my women & I'm livin' it up The squad stay feelin' the truck With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh You say you gotta man & your in love But what's love Gotta do with a little menage After the party Just me & you Could just slide for a few & she could come too That's love! Chorus Verse 2: Fat Joe Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues You gotta man But you need to understand That you got something with you Ass is fat, frame is little Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot & the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer) & let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed ta) Please believe You leave with me We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E You need to trust the god & jump in the car For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal What's love? Chorus Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down Michael Jack style Hot steppin who the mack now? Not my fault cause they love the kid Ma be the chain or the whip I don't know what it is We just party & bullshit Come on mommy put your body in motion You gotta nigga open You came here with the heart to cheat So you need to sing the song with me All my ladies come on Ashanti (Fat Joe) When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me I want the Thug Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh) Don't want your stacks (Yeah) Just break my back (Uh) Gonna cut you no slack (Whoo) Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On) Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl) Chorus 2 Times