Like Me (feat. iann dior)
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Like Me (feat. iann dior) 歌詞
Like this, like that (Haha), yuh
Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?)
Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy)
Everywhere I go, Ima stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh)
Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)
Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?)
Woah- oh-oh-oh-oh, thats my queen (Yuh)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil earring (Brr)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil earring (Yuh)
You my babygirl but you not main-squeeze (Ayy)
Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze (Huh?)
Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams
**** a bitch then I dip out of your piece (Piece)
Three shots to the back, give me five rings
Gotta get the work so I pull up big-body (Big-body)
Pull up in a foreign, I aint talkin Maserati (Yuh , skrrt, vroom)
Pull up in a Rari (Ayy)
I be eatin good, I be eatin Calamari (Ayy)
I might break her bone, call me ****in Jeff Hardy ( Yuh)
Two wheels, one seat, bout to rob a Harley
She knows what I need, ridin around as I please (Huh?)
****in everything up until I cant see (I cant see)
Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?)
Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy)
Everywhere I go, Ima stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh)
Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)
Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh , thats my queen (Yuh)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil earring (Brr)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, get like me
Suicide doors and the inside cream
Like, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woo), high speed
Ima hit the gas, I dont even need a key (Yuh)
Ima pay cash, I aint talkin bout a lease
Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beat-up (Uh)
Ima hit her one time, you know I aint tryna keep her (Uh)
And I know that they be plottin so Im walkin with a Nina (Uh)
Okay, girl, wont you put on a show for me?
Im lovin the way that she throwin it back on me
She get the pat-down (Pat-down)
Try to bring it up, baby, bring it back down (Down)
Swingin round, baby, throwin in circles (Circles)
All these racks got her jumpin like a hurdle (Yeah), like a hurdle
Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?)
Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy)
Everywhere I go, Ima stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh)
Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)
Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, thats my queen (Yuh)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil earring (Brr)