Boom (How You Like That)
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Somebody don't know, so that body got burnt
You in the jungle baby, you gonna die
Might as well get fucked, might as well get high
On the real son, I'mma take everything I need, the drugs, the sex, the power, the American dream
I'm a rude, rude boy raised by TVI laugh at violence, pain and death don't mean shit to meIt's got to be like that
Call me a looser
Yo I can deal with that
You think you all that, till I lay you on your back, with your legs spread
Ha - Boom!
How you like that?
How you like that Can you feel me?
How many motherfuckers, just like me
Grew up just like me, fucked up just like me
Wake up, light up, watching BETFucking babies mothers from Jersey to Cali
Don't get mad, get high, go get even, go get your shit back, then tell that lying ho you leaving
I smoke weed, I drink wine
Take your daughter to my tour bus and fuck her from behindYou were never there, when I was down
Like when I needed someone, you were nowhere to be found
I remember the sound of your heartbeat
I remember how you found something good in me
Now I remember how you started fucking with me
You kept fronting on me, always trying to pull something with me
Shit-this ain't no game to me
This shit is life to me, and you ain't living right babyCan you feel me?
Somebody don't know, so that body got burnt
You in the jungle baby, you gonna die
Might as well get fucked, might as well get high
On the real son, I'mma take everything I need, the drugs, the sex, the power, the American dream
I'm a rude, rude boy raised by TVI laugh at violence, pain and death don't mean shit to meIt's got to be like that
Call me a looser
Yo I can deal with that
You think you all that, till I lay you on your back, with your legs spread
Ha - Boom!
How you like that?
How you like that Can you feel me?
How many motherfuckers, just like me
Grew up just like me, fucked up just like me
Wake up, light up, watching BETFucking babies mothers from Jersey to Cali
Don't get mad, get high, go get even, go get your shit back, then tell that lying ho you leaving
I smoke weed, I drink wine
Take your daughter to my tour bus and fuck her from behindYou were never there, when I was down
Like when I needed someone, you were nowhere to be found
I remember the sound of your heartbeat
I remember how you found something good in me
Now I remember how you started fucking with me
You kept fronting on me, always trying to pull something with me
Shit-this ain't no game to me
This shit is life to me, and you ain't living right babyCan you feel me?
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Vaught, Wes Geer, Chad Benekos, Mark Young, Jerrad Shain, Doug Boyce
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