Havana Lyrics - How Much You Want Me lyrics

How Much You Want Me lyrics (Lyrics)

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Yeah
2000 baby
Havana style
Miami Dade County style
Yeah, uh
What
How much you want me?
Its like this

[Havana]
Im a bad bitch when I grab my tits
Throwed and dopeless, my cliques tha dopiest
Even my drops be explosive
Alley cats sit, they all up in my showbiz
A hundred songs done, damn you still aint getting noticed
Erase tha T and add a V and notice
Yall stay novice, rhymes yall say is hopeless
Image yall portray is bogus
Hoes talk lip then they watching Oprah
Smoke weed then get banged and fucked tha hell over
Yall hate and get banged them cats can rock sofas
Like Spades, I crash game, yall be live jokers
Certified cigar smoker, never losing focus
Why ya man is at my show, scheming how to poke us
Tricks get a Sly Kat, wit them tight chokers
Lip lock hoes he got blowed and after that he toe dust
One single where you at? Bitch hocus-pocus
So ya count is still tha brokest bitch, who tha dopiest< br>Now tell me

[Chorus: Havana]
How much you want me?
(Come on, come on)
How much you want me?
(Let me know, yeah)
How much you want me?
(How much you want me?)
How much you want me?
(What, what, what)
How much you want me?
(Yeah, what)
How much you want me?
(Like that yall)
How much you want me?
(How much you want me?)
How much you want me?
(What)

[Havana]
While yall bullshit on tracks and shit
Trying to stack a chip, heres a tip
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Leave ya label cause them cats think you wack as shit
Tax write off, bite off the mack Im packing wit
Blow ya lights off, I blink off like nothing happened bitch
Hidi feist macking shit, scorch you rappers wit
Real niggas that bang and forget names soon after it
Day calhoun activist, fuck all yall actresses
Sharp as cactus is, yall dark like ??????
Have ya baby daddy stroke long on these mattresses
Its concealed like c oke in packages, nigga what
See yall aim, trigger stuck
Yall duck, quick as fuck
I buck, hit you up, then ya crew picked you up
Watch how I stick 'em up, sticking all you cock boys
Black guards wit silencers, killing all you clips noise
Bitch niggas, no poise, quick niggas East Troy
No shows just Burger King is where they be employed
And tell me

[Chorus:]

[Havana]
Cut yall cats like swiss blades
Out the pictures wit no if, mays
Attract the eyes of many like my Fendi Swiss made
Yall bitches game be thrift made, not even worth saying
Wrecking fools wit feed back not even worth playing
While Im at the game, its trick hoes, chest eat out
Looking ged out, living market spree out
Yall Bill Gates in 98, window style shopping
Keep hope alive now ya third album dropping
Used to talk shit, but now ya shits flopping
Head high and shit had ya whole city jocking
Even wit a rocking chair, bitch you aint rocking
H avanas tha shit, get the Champaign popping
And tell me

[Chorus]