Things I Like
I like (a really hot morn, wakin' up going at it so ruff get her top torn)
I like (chyeah) feelin' like I shot porn
I like Buncha Crunch inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
(Yeah, I like that) I like my people and crew
That know when it come ta me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we go) android over iPhone, but I'm thinkin' of gettin' one, equaling two
I like (chyeah) the fans, I feel like I'm y'all play brotha (chyeah)
Super elite and I be rippin' it all day fuh ya (chyeah)
I like red white black and all gray colors (chyeah)
And the ethnic aisle at Walmart it's raw shea butter (chyeah)
I like ta (leave alone) issues and goin' all petty rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like (Creed cologne), if you ain't knowin' already, I ain't tellin' you which one!
I like I'ma black king that'll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my Converse and boots
And in my shell toes (chyeah) that I bought offa Melrose
Without jackers tryna kill me feel me like velcro (chyeah)
I like the high bro I've been when I go hidin'
I like ta microdose chocolate psilocybin (chyeah)
Tech just showed out when I exit blowed route
I like grilled BBQ chicken at Texas Roadhouse
(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream bout green and other things
(I like)
Hey but now I'm stepping way clean I'm king got everything
(I like)
Aye this ain't to make the fans brings me things naw what I mean
(I like)
They way I'm spittin' the way that I'm living aye I like the way
(I like)
A lady not bringin' torture to me
Lucky me I got that and really court her truly (chyeah)
I like Victoria's Secret for her boobies
And because of my mother, I like horror movies (chyeah)
What really (moves me though) is havin' a get together with (who we know)
When they leave I clean up, and I listen (to me flow)
In my all black Beats by Dre (studio) headphones (yeah, I like that) (chyeah)
We got guap big cheese chunks (chyeah)
'Cause my trio will not stop till we slump (chyeah)
I like makin' the spot hop watchin' me stunt (chyeah)
Then I listen to Yacht Rock (chyeah) or P. Funk (chyeah)
I like wit' skill, I can't be handled (chyeah)
Write like I'm back in the ghetto rockin' janky sandals (chyeah)
Like I'm still writing heaters off in a stanky bando
Now in my house or hotel I like my Yankee Candles (chyeah)
(I like to do it wit' the light on)
(When the N9na be gettin' to, it's like a cyclone hit my home)
(I rule it when I get that mic on)
(You know I'm really flowin' fluid wit' this I like song) (Chyeah)
I like (chyeah) to think my fans take the love in my music
And use that so they can break the drug
Problem one thing I like if I stand face ta mug
You look at me right ta my eye wit' the handshakes or hugs mane
Yeah, I like my plans to visit Africa
Uh huh! And I'd like to see Jamaica and be smokin' that reefer
Yeah, yeah
Or go to Greece ta
Straight release and I like when we go
To Puerto Rico
Walkin' la placita wit' my mamacita
(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream bout green and other things
(I like)
Hey but now I'm stepping way clean I'm king got everything
(I like)
Aye this ain't to make the fans brings me things naw what I mean
(I like)
The way I'm spittin', the way that I'm living (aye) (I like the way)
(I like)
I like (chyeah) feelin' like I shot porn
I like Buncha Crunch inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
(Yeah, I like that) I like my people and crew
That know when it come ta me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we go) android over iPhone, but I'm thinkin' of gettin' one, equaling two
I like (chyeah) the fans, I feel like I'm y'all play brotha (chyeah)
Super elite and I be rippin' it all day fuh ya (chyeah)
I like red white black and all gray colors (chyeah)
And the ethnic aisle at Walmart it's raw shea butter (chyeah)
I like ta (leave alone) issues and goin' all petty rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like (Creed cologne), if you ain't knowin' already, I ain't tellin' you which one!
I like I'ma black king that'll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my Converse and boots
And in my shell toes (chyeah) that I bought offa Melrose
Without jackers tryna kill me feel me like velcro (chyeah)
I like the high bro I've been when I go hidin'
I like ta microdose chocolate psilocybin (chyeah)
Tech just showed out when I exit blowed route
I like grilled BBQ chicken at Texas Roadhouse
(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream bout green and other things
(I like)
Hey but now I'm stepping way clean I'm king got everything
(I like)
Aye this ain't to make the fans brings me things naw what I mean
(I like)
They way I'm spittin' the way that I'm living aye I like the way
(I like)
A lady not bringin' torture to me
Lucky me I got that and really court her truly (chyeah)
I like Victoria's Secret for her boobies
And because of my mother, I like horror movies (chyeah)
What really (moves me though) is havin' a get together with (who we know)
When they leave I clean up, and I listen (to me flow)
In my all black Beats by Dre (studio) headphones (yeah, I like that) (chyeah)
We got guap big cheese chunks (chyeah)
'Cause my trio will not stop till we slump (chyeah)
I like makin' the spot hop watchin' me stunt (chyeah)
Then I listen to Yacht Rock (chyeah) or P. Funk (chyeah)
I like wit' skill, I can't be handled (chyeah)
Write like I'm back in the ghetto rockin' janky sandals (chyeah)
Like I'm still writing heaters off in a stanky bando
Now in my house or hotel I like my Yankee Candles (chyeah)
(I like to do it wit' the light on)
(When the N9na be gettin' to, it's like a cyclone hit my home)
(I rule it when I get that mic on)
(You know I'm really flowin' fluid wit' this I like song) (Chyeah)
I like (chyeah) to think my fans take the love in my music
And use that so they can break the drug
Problem one thing I like if I stand face ta mug
You look at me right ta my eye wit' the handshakes or hugs mane
Yeah, I like my plans to visit Africa
Uh huh! And I'd like to see Jamaica and be smokin' that reefer
Yeah, yeah
Or go to Greece ta
Straight release and I like when we go
To Puerto Rico
Walkin' la placita wit' my mamacita
(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream bout green and other things
(I like)
Hey but now I'm stepping way clean I'm king got everything
(I like)
Aye this ain't to make the fans brings me things naw what I mean
(I like)
The way I'm spittin', the way that I'm living (aye) (I like the way)
(I like)
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Dontez Yates, Edward Theodore Riley, Aaron Robin Iii Hall, Gene Griffin, Timothy Gatling, Ervin Pope, Carnell Harrell, Jordan Condet, Kevin Arline
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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