Like That
Dottie this one is crazy
(Imma get a ticket tonight, tryna make it to ya crib)
Tryna make it to ya crib
See what it is (see what it is)
Yeah, look
She want a garden, no MSG
Kingdom of Hearts, something simple clean
When she make me happy all I show is teeth
Colgate whites how I make'em bling
She sippin' Henny like Kermit's tea
She hug me like she going over screens
When my niggas out they don't pay no fees
When my niggas out they don't pay no (nah)
Some wasn't there when I was down under
Switched on me when I just needed upping
Ain't graduate school, man I wonder
Would I be just another stat number?
Dope under covers
Never strap with rubbers
Child support troubles
Peanut butter suppers
Different phone numbers
Close to touchdowns then a nigga just stumble fumble
Got me spendin' money and she know she lucky
I don't do this shit just for anybody
My flow sicker than everybody's
Nigga I ain't got no fucking antibodies
This new mix for color strips
Bloods, Folks, Crips, group, solo trips
Bumping in whips, putting down the grips, showing off the fits
We tryna live, I'm tryna live
Get inside her crib, get inside her crib and cop a feel
See what it is, she know what it is
Might get a ticket getting to her crib
I'm tryna live, get inside her crib, get inside her crib and cop a feel
See what it is, she know what it is
Might get a ticket getting to her crib
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you.
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Oh, you got pressed? Nigga what's next
You gone wear that vest or get checks
Fuck bullet spread, use ya fists instead
The real energy to get bread
Cause if you dead, here come the feds
Raiding ya body for all them ends
And that's the end, enough said
Don't get upset, just stay ahead
While you do that, imma get head
This life shit get a nigga fed, ha (I ain't lying)
This life shit get a nigga fed
And I damn sure don't need no more stress (stress)
Just need a shawty to rub my chest (chest)
G-star pockets with extra stretch (stretch)
Money on express to my address (yes)
Lyrics you can feel even if you deaf
Repping Brooklyn everyday like Mos Def
It's in my bio nigga go check
It's either run the city with Funk Flex or take the whole world by the fucking neck
Hit shawty up for that good sex (sex)
When I pull up, ain't nothing said
Cause I told you we gone share ya bed
If you on some shit, I got insteads (yeah, uh, I got insteads)
Either run the city with Funk Flex
Or take the whole world by the fucking neck
Hit shawty up for that good sex (sex)
When I pull up, ain't nothing said
Cause I told you we gone share ya bed
If you on some shit, I got insteads
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like
She move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you (back)
Don't ever let a bitch treat you (bad)
Don't ever let somebody get you... mad (mad)
Reggie (Reggie)
(Imma get a ticket tonight, tryna make it to ya crib)
Tryna make it to ya crib
See what it is (see what it is)
Yeah, look
She want a garden, no MSG
Kingdom of Hearts, something simple clean
When she make me happy all I show is teeth
Colgate whites how I make'em bling
She sippin' Henny like Kermit's tea
She hug me like she going over screens
When my niggas out they don't pay no fees
When my niggas out they don't pay no (nah)
Some wasn't there when I was down under
Switched on me when I just needed upping
Ain't graduate school, man I wonder
Would I be just another stat number?
Dope under covers
Never strap with rubbers
Child support troubles
Peanut butter suppers
Different phone numbers
Close to touchdowns then a nigga just stumble fumble
Got me spendin' money and she know she lucky
I don't do this shit just for anybody
My flow sicker than everybody's
Nigga I ain't got no fucking antibodies
This new mix for color strips
Bloods, Folks, Crips, group, solo trips
Bumping in whips, putting down the grips, showing off the fits
We tryna live, I'm tryna live
Get inside her crib, get inside her crib and cop a feel
See what it is, she know what it is
Might get a ticket getting to her crib
I'm tryna live, get inside her crib, get inside her crib and cop a feel
See what it is, she know what it is
Might get a ticket getting to her crib
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you.
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Oh, you got pressed? Nigga what's next
You gone wear that vest or get checks
Fuck bullet spread, use ya fists instead
The real energy to get bread
Cause if you dead, here come the feds
Raiding ya body for all them ends
And that's the end, enough said
Don't get upset, just stay ahead
While you do that, imma get head
This life shit get a nigga fed, ha (I ain't lying)
This life shit get a nigga fed
And I damn sure don't need no more stress (stress)
Just need a shawty to rub my chest (chest)
G-star pockets with extra stretch (stretch)
Money on express to my address (yes)
Lyrics you can feel even if you deaf
Repping Brooklyn everyday like Mos Def
It's in my bio nigga go check
It's either run the city with Funk Flex or take the whole world by the fucking neck
Hit shawty up for that good sex (sex)
When I pull up, ain't nothing said
Cause I told you we gone share ya bed
If you on some shit, I got insteads (yeah, uh, I got insteads)
Either run the city with Funk Flex
Or take the whole world by the fucking neck
Hit shawty up for that good sex (sex)
When I pull up, ain't nothing said
Cause I told you we gone share ya bed
If you on some shit, I got insteads
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like crack
Way she move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that bag
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you back
Don't ever let a bitch treat you bad
Don't ever let somebody get you mad
Way she talk right back, walk like that
Make a nigga wanna fiend like
She move that ass, she move it fast
Make a nigga wanna spend that
He owe you sacks? Better fought for that
Don't ever let a nigga hold you (back)
Don't ever let a bitch treat you (bad)
Don't ever let somebody get you... mad (mad)
Reggie (Reggie)
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Writer(s): Raushan Girard-isaac
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