I Like
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' with you niggas
Go play wit ya bitch, mane
Go play with ya kids, mane
Marley, he a hit-mane
Yeah, I'm super sick, mane
Get up off my dick, mane
Shock em, make 'em shit, mane
Limpin like a pimp, mane
Where the fuck my pimp cane
Only chasing bankrolls
Motherfuck a stank hoe
Texas, bitch, we swang
Texas-Texas, bitch, we swang slow
Swisher splittin', syrup sippin'
Come up dissin', come up missin'
Swisher splittin', syrup sippin'
Come up dissin', come up missin'
Yeah
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' wit you niggas
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' with you niggas
I like smoking gas, yeah, only Swishers when I roll
Last time was 'posed to be the last but I don't know
Yeah, I hold it down for all my niggas, never fold
What the future holds for a nigga, I don't know
Anything goes
I like ratchets
I like hoes
I like money
I like clothes
I need more racks
I need more cash
I'm on go
Bitch, I tote ratchets
Fuck it, toe-tag 'em, I'ma blow
Man, these niggas lame, and these bitches, too
Fuck them hoes
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' with you niggas
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin wit you niggas
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' with you niggas
Go play wit ya bitch, mane
Go play with ya kids, mane
Marley, he a hit-mane
Yeah, I'm super sick, mane
Get up off my dick, mane
Shock em, make 'em shit, mane
Limpin like a pimp, mane
Where the fuck my pimp cane
Only chasing bankrolls
Motherfuck a stank hoe
Texas, bitch, we swang
Texas-Texas, bitch, we swang slow
Swisher splittin', syrup sippin'
Come up dissin', come up missin'
Swisher splittin', syrup sippin'
Come up dissin', come up missin'
Yeah
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' wit you niggas
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' with you niggas
I like smoking gas, yeah, only Swishers when I roll
Last time was 'posed to be the last but I don't know
Yeah, I hold it down for all my niggas, never fold
What the future holds for a nigga, I don't know
Anything goes
I like ratchets
I like hoes
I like money
I like clothes
I need more racks
I need more cash
I'm on go
Bitch, I tote ratchets
Fuck it, toe-tag 'em, I'ma blow
Man, these niggas lame, and these bitches, too
Fuck them hoes
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin' with you niggas
I like exotic for my lungs
I like henny for my liver
I like extensions on my guns
I like chicken for my dinner
I like hoes that break me off
I like feeling like a winner
I like countin' up that fetty
I don't like fuckin wit you niggas
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Davis
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