letra de i like - jugg harden
[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
yeah
[verse 1]
i was down ten thousand, that was up to you
when it’s time, car shots, it ain’t up to you
five thousand for a ‘fit, i’m so comfortable
i might hit a fan, but i ain’t cuffin’ you
scared of what? do them n-ggas look tough to you?
my b-tch like money, she ain’t f-ckin’ you
if the opps get the ups, then i’m huntin’ you
got the head, put your clothes on, i ain’t f-ckin’ you
you was actin’ tough in the club, now we stompin’ you
talkin’ all that bad b-tch sh-t, i could purchase you
hallucinatin’, saw a dead opp, that’s what perkies do
b-tch sayin’ i’m a big kid, all i sip is juice
my b-tch only like me, she really hate n-ggas
we might hit the same b-tch, but it’s a pape’ difference
i call the choppеr rj ’cause it stay trippin’
i got a pet peeve, brokе n-ggas, fake b-tches
[chorus]
i like bad b-tches ’cause they like me
she said, “is you rich?” b-tch, i might be
if i take this perc’, it’s gon’ bite me
she said, “low-key, you lit,” naw, that’s high-key
i spent seventeen hundred on some nikes
you ain’t hip, this ain’t no ordinary white tee
i like bad b-tches ’cause they like me
if i bring that sh-t out, they gon’ indict me
[verse 2]
d-ck suckin’, hoes know that i got big money
real n-gga, real n-gga, can’t take sh-t from me
pay her tab, what she want? i’m her rich homie
good with cuz and blood, got four-nick on me
i was on the road hot, i ain’t had no license
chopper ship a n-gga to heaven, he got expedited
bro a rule breaker, not a law abider
pop a n-gga and forget, he got all-timers
not est, but we all shiners
show me a bad b-tch, bet my n-ggas by her
yeah, it’s stepped on, but it’s still fire
caught him thinkin’ with his d-ck like he quagmire
miami in the winter, got it feelin’ like the summer
lil’ bro confused, he in the field with a jumper
you can get the email, you can’t get the number
if i pick you, you a lucky motherf-cker
[chorus]
i like bad b-tches ’cause they like me
she said, “is you rich?” b-tch, i might be
if i take this perc’, it’s gon’ bite me
she said, “low-key, you lit,” naw, that’s high-key
i spent seventeen hundred on some nikes
you ain’t hip, this ain’t no ordinary white tee
i like bad b-tches ’cause they like me
if i bring that sh-t out, they gon’ indict me
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