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(Verse) I look like em, I talk em, I dress like em, I smoke like em Drive cars like em, fuck hoes like em Fuck niggas don’t really like em Ball hard like I sike em Recruitin goons, shoot good like em Boojy nigga, you ain’t really like em Bad bitches got one idol My yacht master this ice though Play with me then it’s light out Bad bitch pull the pipe off Been there, we want pussy power My side bitch, she Persian Pussy tight like a virgin Here long got nails curving When we heat them all, we splurging Pulled off, I’m spurring Five star like Birdman Six racks, said me an Mike Marcus I’m ballin Julius Erwin Black Cadillac’s in suburban’s Black Cadillac’s in suburban’s Through traffic they swerving Black tints in lurkin Letras de canciones(Hook) No clouds but I rain like that I just like em, that’s why the crowd like em Get that style, screamin BSM Phantom Ghost frightening We need the cool of psychic The sniper riffle shootin so long If you ain’t dead nigga hold on This molly juice got me so gone You say you’re right but you’re so wrong Just like em, I wanted to be with them for so long Shots fired, man down They’re bad as hell, hold on (Verse) I got albums like em, got hitched like em I’m a boss like em, rock shows like em Critic hatin but the fans like em Broke hoes don’t really like em Open doors like em, build labels like em Singin artists like em, got sponsors like em Own clothing line, own a liquor store with no liquor license Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license Off the brain, I ain’t even write it Just like em, I’m street like em Sleep on me, I’mma good night em, no need for fightin Expedite him, send him on his way And supreme call me every day Fish, you will need a compliment to look like this OG said you’ve been done being Chris Snakes in the grass and I’m leanin through the lics You ain’t talkin money, nigga it’s irrelevant ‘Cus she’s my slut and my bitch elegant Swag I regained, throwin this in Fuck you blondies, I did what I mean Don’t worry bout bitch, don’t worry bout Wayne Got rich on swag I land I made you niggas, no offense (Hook) No clouds but I rain like that I just like em, that’s why the crowd like em Get that style, screamin BSM Phantom Ghost frightening We need the cool of psychic The sniper riffle shootin so long If you ain’t dead nigga hold on This molly juice got me so gone You say you’re right but you’re so wrong Just like em, I wanted to be with them for so long Shots fired, man down They’re bad as hell, hold on From Letras Mania