a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de like you (remix) - mistarogers

[intro]
money hungry
b-b-b-bm nation

[verse 1: ray jr.]
yeah, n-gga, this the remix, this the g mix
brushed waves got her sea sick, mines a deep dish, ay
first time we met, we f-cked and got faded
her ex use to play for the knicks, he got traded
i keep that sh-t cavalier, let’s be clear
she say she wanna ride the d-ck, i let her steer
cut the lights on, i want to see her drip
she say she get wet as a faucet, i take a sip, ay
there’s no or, his hoes is my hoes and n-gga we don’t cut folds
’cause we don’t f-ck with po-po, yeah
droptop bent, me and my n-gga rogers
b-tches wanna menage us, foreign whips in garages, yeah
out in the bay like i’m hammer time
we got your b-tch on tape, bruh, it’s camera time
vip section, i got the whole crew with us
spilling chris, screamin’ what they gon’ do with us (junior, ha)

[chorus: ty dolla $ign, mista rogers & both]
you ain’t scared, girl (scared girl)
go head, girl (go head, girl)
you a boss too (ooh yeah)
i need a b-tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b-tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b-tch like you
[verse 2: mista rogers]
i know you with it and you know it too
so we can quit playin’, what you tryna do? (tryna do)
let’s get acquainted on a late night (late night)
and if they ain’t hatin’, then it ain’t right (ain’t right)
i’m just tryna f-ck, no date night (date night)
never go dutch, b-tch, the bank right (bank right)
we ain’t gotta rush, hit it all night (all night)
knock the p-ssy out like a hard right (like a hard right)
beat it up, beat it up, and i ain’t fakin’
she say the d-ck good, but she can’t take it (what?)
i only f-ck with bad b-tches, no basics
b-tt naked with the margielas, no laces (no laces)
she tryna hit the bay, never been before
she like the song where they shake it like a rednose (like a rednose)
she said, “you seem cool, mind i do a little blow?”
i said, “girl, that’s all you, all i do is smoke”

[pre-chorus: e-40]
get a real one in your world

[chorus: ty dolla $ign, mista rogers & both]
you ain’t scared, girl (scared girl)
go head, girl (go head, girl)
you a boss too (ooh yeah)
i need a b-tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b-tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b-tch like you
[verse 3: e-40]
40, you better cut that out, girl, you actin’ up
you walkin’ like that ’cause you want me to look
you walkin’ like that ’cause you want me to cut
you walkin’ like that ’cause you got a big ol’ b-tt
everybody ain’t able, i can use your booty as a dinner table
you got ass for days, booku, oak cliff dallas booty like badu
get a real one in your world, it’s mack
and oh my, baby girl, they call me earl
i rap and i rhyme, but i use to sell that swirl
that white, white, white candycane, that mother of pearl
that’s right, right, right, i’m bouncy and i’m saucy and i’m frosty
b-tch, it’s a priviledge for you to even be talkin’ to me
now, give a pimp them digits and i’ma call your ass tomorrow
i don’t want you to my miss’s, i just wanna ball you (b-tch)

[pre-chorus: e-40]
get a real one in your world

- mistarogers

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS