Songtexte I Luv U (clean radio edit) - Dizzee Rascal

I love you, you, you
I love you, you, you
I love you, you, you
You, you, you
I, I, I, I, I
I, I love, love, love you, you, you
I love, love, love, love you, you, you
Yo if that girl know's where you stay that's poor
Some whore bangin' on your door, what for?
Pregnant? What're you talkin' about this for?
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law, five years or more
And she wants a score and half of a draw
That's a kind of friend that you try and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault, you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that, she forgot other boys
It's over, you better start buyin' the toys
There was no intention of her being your wife
Now she knows this, she's endin' your life
It's a real shame you got had by the whores
It's a shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl some bitch ya know
She keep callin' my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy some prick you kna'
All up in my hair, thinks that I care
Keeps followin' me here, keeps followin' me there
These days I can't go nowhere
Alright, she's a bad girl, I'm da boss though
Captain Rusko with no crossbow
She came, she got picked off, yo
Nah, it's not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzee Rascal come down like snow
With freezin' cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not really ready for skid row
Leap low, Dizzee Rascal, deep roll
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains, not much though
Get juiced, but you don't get love though
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo comin' through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey, she can go
That girl some bitch, ya know
She keep callin' my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy some prick you kna'
All up in my hair, thinks that I care
Keeps followin' me here, keeps followin' me there
These days I can't go nowhere
Ain't that your girl?
Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up (oh well)
She got chatted up (oh well)
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
But you was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up (oh well)
He got whacked up (oh well)
Listen, I like your girl
So you better look after your girl
Or I might take your girl
And make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
Switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shennele
Lyrical clientèle, but I ain't a bow cat, I dont like the smell
I'm gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell
That girl from school, that girl from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives (uh) that girl gives (uh)
That girl gives (uh, uh) at all times
She looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey, she's not mine
She got battried, six in a line
Believe that's not a good sign
I love you, you, you, you