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Like Me (feat. iann dior)
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Mm, ba-da-da, da-da-da Okay (Ayy), yeah, ayy Like this, like that (Haha), yeah Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh) Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh) Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Yeah) You my baby girl, 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, adiós, peace (Peace) 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 ain't talkin' Maserati (Yeah, skrrt, vroom) Pull up in a 'Rari (Ayy) I be eatin' good, I be eatin' calamari (Ayy) I might break a bone, call me ****in' Jeff Hardy (Yeah) 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 can't see (I can't see) Like this, like that Everybody tryna be like me (Huh) Tryna take my juice (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh) Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr) Woah, woah, woah, woah, get like me Suicide doors and the inside green Like, woah, woah, woah, woah (Woo), high speed I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need the keys (Yeah) I'ma pay in cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beater (Uh) I'ma hit it one time, you know I ain't tryna keep her (Uh) And I know that they be plottin' so I'm walkin' with a nina (Uh) Okay, girl, won't you put on a show for me? I'm lovin' the way she throwin' it back on me She get the pat-down (Pat-down) Told her, "Bring it up, baby, bring it back down" (Down) Swing it 'round, baby, throw it 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 (Yeah), tryna take my steez (Ayy) Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Qs and Ps Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?) Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh) Woah, oh-oh-oh, that's my queen (Yeah) Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (Brr)
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