Fandom

LyricWiki

Dizzee Rascal:I Luv U Lyrics

1,870,248pages on
this wiki
Add New Page
Talk6 Share

Ad blocker interference detected!


Wikia is a free-to-use site that makes money from advertising. We have a modified experience for viewers using ad blockers

Wikia is not accessible if you’ve made further modifications. Remove the custom ad blocker rule(s) and the page will load as expected.

StarIconBronze
LangIcon
I Luv U

This song is by Dizzee Rascal and appears on the album Boy In Da Corner (2003).

Original video
Wikipedia sphere
Wikipedia has an article on
I Luv U
I love you
I, I, I, I, I, I love you
I love, I love, I love, I love you
I, I, I, I, I, I love you
I, I, I, I, I, I love you
I love, I, I, I, I love you
I, I, I, I, I love you

I, I, I, I, I, I love you
I, I love you, I love you
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I love you, you, you
I love, love, love, love you, you, you

Yo, if that girl knows where you stay that's poor
Some whore banging on your door what for
Pregnant? What are you talking about, be sure
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 the kind of threat that you can't 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 buying the toys
There was no intention of her being wife
Now she knows this, she's ending 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 you know
She keep callin' my phone, she don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan, she just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone

Shystie:
That boy some prick you know
All up in my hair, thinks that I care
Keeps followin' me here, keeps followin' me there
These days I can't go nowhere

Dizzee Rascal and Shystie:
(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)

Dizzee Rascal:
Alright, she's a bad girl, I'm a boss though
Captain Roscoe with a 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 freezing cold flows like Moscow, yo
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for skid row
Bleed know Dizzee Rascal did grow
Big feet for the force on my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains, not much dough
Get juiced but you don't get love though
No slap but you might get a co-co, yo
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey, she can go

That girl some bitch you know
She keep callin' my phone, she don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan, she just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone

Shystie:
That boy some prick you know
All up in my hair, thinks that I care
Keeps followin' me here, keeps followin' me there
These days I can't go nowhere

Dizzee Rascal and Shystie:
(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)

Dizzee Rascal:
Listen, I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle, switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shanell, lyrical clientele
But I ain't a bow cat, I don't like the smell
I'm a ghost in the shell when I make a boy feel unwell
That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives BJ's at all times
She looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey, she's not mine
She got batches, six in a line
Believe that's not a good sign

That girl some bitch you know
She keep callin' my phone, she don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan, she just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone

Shystie:
That boy some prick you know
All up in my hair, thinks that I care
Keeps followin' me here, keeps followin' me there
These days I can't go nowhere

Dizzee Rascal and Shystie:
(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)

Dizzee Rascal:
Uh, Dizzee Rascal
Roll Deep, it's all love, haha
2000 and slew, get me

Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot
Dem boy no ready yet, trend they could never set
This is the next step, I ride the two-step
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet

Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot
Dem boy no ready yet, trend they could never set
This is the next step, I ride the two-step
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet
(I love you, you, you, you)

Written by:

Dylan Mills

Also on Fandom

Random Wiki