Jay Sean – I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) Song Lyrics

About Jay Sean: Kamaljit Singh Jhooti (born 26 March 1981), better known by the stage name Jay Sean, is an English singer and songwriter. He debuted in the UK’s Asian Underground scene as a member of the Rishi Rich Project with “Dance with You”, which reached No. 12 on the UK Singles Chart in 2003. This led to him being signed to Virgin Records and having two UK top 10 hits as a solo artist in 2004: “Eyes on You” at No. 6 and “Stolen” at #4. They were included in his critically acclaimed debut album Me Against Myself which, though only moderately successful in the UK, sold more than two million copies across Asia and remains his most successful album to date. Alongside the Rishi Rich Project, Sean was a pioneer of Bhangra-R&B fusion, which his debut album helped popularize among the worldwide South Asian diaspora.

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Lyrics:

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Let’s go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov’
You, are, not, ready
Hov’, unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova [Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]
I’m a hustler baby, I’m a hustler
I just want you to know, wanna let you know
It aint where I been, it aint where I been
But where I’m bout to go, top of the world!
Now I just wanna love you, just wanna love you
But be who I am, you know you love me
And with all this cash, mo’ money, mo’ problems
You’ll forget your man
Now give it to me
(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) [Jay-Z]
When the Remi’s in the system, ain’t no tellin
Will I fuck ’em will I diss ’em, that’s what they be yellin
I’m a pimp by blood, not relation
Y’all be chasin, I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Crist’, mami on E
Can’t keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
“And I wish I never met her at all…”
It gets better, ordered another round
It’s, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist’
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth Mart jeans, take that off [Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]
Give it to me
(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)
I said give it to me
(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) [Jay-Z]
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage
Let’s keep it real ma, you savin it for karats
You wanna see how far I’ma go
How, much I’ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist’, but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head’s priceless
Profess you love the Hov’, and I’ll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov’, too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac’s soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I’m too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c’mon [Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]
Give it to me
(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)
I said give it to me
(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)
I’m a hustler baby, uh, Hov’
I just want you to know, Hov’
It aint where I been
But where I’m bout to go, Hov’, Hov’
Now I just wanna love you, young Hova
But be who I am, know you love me
And with all this cash, mo’ money, mo’ problems
You’ll forget your man [Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I’m back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin’ in Dublin
Can’t deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don’t you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov’! [Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]
Give it to me
(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
C’mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)
I said give it to me
(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don’t bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) You gotta…
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh