That's What I Like
Big truck and some jumper cables
Cocaine on the coffee table
Bad bitch with her clit pierced
'Cause she always like to get that pussy played with
40k for the Carti bracelet
Audemars strap alligator
Wife at home in the kitchen
Cooking collard greens with that London bacon
High as fuck yeah we're in the Matrix
Private jet with the Fendi blanket
Premium niggas we're in incubators
And them fuck niggas bitches pussy stinkin'
Gucci suit with the cigarette
Poker face with the biggest bet
Big homie got the dollars
Told the judge in Texas don't hold him yet
Young JJ with the dynamite
But they ain't seen the explosion yet
Sticky Ricky with the gold chains
The Versace pendant starting to choke my neck
Young pimpin' call me Dolomain
Million dollars in the Samsonite
Only drink that rocky roc
If the coke a double and the soda bakin'
That's that shit that I like
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like, oooh yeah
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like
Big trucks big blunts bumin'
Oh my ex bitch higher learnin'
Real niggas smokin' marijuana
While the bitches sniffin' that Uma Thurman
Young JJ with the dynamite
Got the biggest breasts and the biggest thighs
Private jet to Louisville
Just to get the chicken Kentucky fried
That's that shit that I like
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like, oooh yeah
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like
Pimpin', pimpin', I don't sponsor chicks
These stupid hoes lacking competence
I break hearts, records and accomplishments
But I know I'm dope say the compliments
Pimpin' global all the continents
No rules, no consequence
When I finish fucking I'ma call the Uber
Send her home with nothing but some confidence
Coke coca'ine on the coffee table, ma, marijuana on the rolly track
But somebody please somebody tell me why the lighters always float away
Keep them bitches by the bakers dozen
Truth be hotter than the bakers oven
Only in the club if we making something
'Cause we been the realest we ain't faking nothing
Walking places I can hear the mumbles
But that's just part of living in the jungle
Build a wall and I'ma dig a tunnel
But they disappear when it's time to rumble
Chasing money never chasing broads
It's pimpin' baby and you know the laws
When we win awards we ain't giving speeches
We just flick em off while they all applaud
That's that shit that I like
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like oooh yeah
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like
Doing damage when I walk in
I hear them talking, yeah
That's what I like
Brought all the bad ones with me, a whole committee
'Cause that's what I like,
Sippin' apple juice and Henny in the back of the Mulsanne
With diamonds on my pinky ring
'Cause that's what I like
Chauffeurs speeding on the highway, taking up two lanes
That's what I like, yeah
Cocaine on the coffee table
Bad bitch with her clit pierced
'Cause she always like to get that pussy played with
40k for the Carti bracelet
Audemars strap alligator
Wife at home in the kitchen
Cooking collard greens with that London bacon
High as fuck yeah we're in the Matrix
Private jet with the Fendi blanket
Premium niggas we're in incubators
And them fuck niggas bitches pussy stinkin'
Gucci suit with the cigarette
Poker face with the biggest bet
Big homie got the dollars
Told the judge in Texas don't hold him yet
Young JJ with the dynamite
But they ain't seen the explosion yet
Sticky Ricky with the gold chains
The Versace pendant starting to choke my neck
Young pimpin' call me Dolomain
Million dollars in the Samsonite
Only drink that rocky roc
If the coke a double and the soda bakin'
That's that shit that I like
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like, oooh yeah
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like
Big trucks big blunts bumin'
Oh my ex bitch higher learnin'
Real niggas smokin' marijuana
While the bitches sniffin' that Uma Thurman
Young JJ with the dynamite
Got the biggest breasts and the biggest thighs
Private jet to Louisville
Just to get the chicken Kentucky fried
That's that shit that I like
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like, oooh yeah
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like
Pimpin', pimpin', I don't sponsor chicks
These stupid hoes lacking competence
I break hearts, records and accomplishments
But I know I'm dope say the compliments
Pimpin' global all the continents
No rules, no consequence
When I finish fucking I'ma call the Uber
Send her home with nothing but some confidence
Coke coca'ine on the coffee table, ma, marijuana on the rolly track
But somebody please somebody tell me why the lighters always float away
Keep them bitches by the bakers dozen
Truth be hotter than the bakers oven
Only in the club if we making something
'Cause we been the realest we ain't faking nothing
Walking places I can hear the mumbles
But that's just part of living in the jungle
Build a wall and I'ma dig a tunnel
But they disappear when it's time to rumble
Chasing money never chasing broads
It's pimpin' baby and you know the laws
When we win awards we ain't giving speeches
We just flick em off while they all applaud
That's that shit that I like
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like oooh yeah
Right there I like
That's the real shit that I like
That's just the shit that I like
Doing damage when I walk in
I hear them talking, yeah
That's what I like
Brought all the bad ones with me, a whole committee
'Cause that's what I like,
Sippin' apple juice and Henny in the back of the Mulsanne
With diamonds on my pinky ring
'Cause that's what I like
Chauffeurs speeding on the highway, taking up two lanes
That's what I like, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy L. Reeves, Jonathan James Yip, Ray Romulus, Peter Gene Hernandez, Christopher Steven Brown, Ray Charles Ii Mccullough, James Edward Fauntleroy Ii, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii
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