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letra de like them - richie b

verse 1 : richie b

having a son with some good school ed
getting all the b-tches cuffed trues over tims
opposite of adolescents round him
her son won’t grow up to be just like them
like them like them wait ..
how he grew up how i grew up
fly guy bagging b-tches at the school yup
with a crew cut .. sousa
balling with them n-ggas that you shoot with
vacation spots in pompeii gl-sses overflow with rose
back of my hand to my nose where all the liquor goes to the face
im leaning and slurring
rough hands are the scars of the working
chronicles of a loner rolling up the odor
see where my heart lays the designer of a stoner
don’t need your condolences
catch up to me cause im where no man is
the condiments blend into another high better roll up wiz
blaze another marley like we rolled up quick
gauging how far we go on the road to rich ( rich )

hook: richie b

having a son with some good school ed
getting all the b-tches cuffed trues over tims
opposite of adolescents round him
her son won’t grow up to be just like them
like them like them like them
her son won’t grow up to be just like them like them like them like them

verse 2 : richie b

she see i’m making currensy she gon’ want smoke dza
oz of the purp and i roll it in some rizzla
take a fl!ck and see it in the pixels
just a mixture of dreams reality with a little bit of wishes
two percent against the grain till we all end up missing
started with some pampers upgraded to a civic
but the ending turned out to a brand new car so dangerous
plain as it
is before it gets a chance to have that painting in
all my jamaican n-ggs
gon all see jah as we taste the spliffs so blaze the sh-t
if eve never ate that fruit we wouldve made it naked then
f-ck hating man

interlude

acting like them
he won’t’ x2
dressing like them
he won’t x2
acting like them
we won’t x2
dressing like them
they won’t x2

verse 3 : richie b

good life growing up light liqour pouring up
no need to front it up who they thought they fronting on
would’ve never guessed that the richest f-cks today
back in high school were the dumbest ones
life flashing by while time p-ssing by
cold sweats couldn’t tell which one had the gun pointed on him
in a world that’s so dark its possible that the light so dim
papers so thin youngins hating on him
got him stressing so much smoking sipping on gin
genie in the lamp in the cut while he vamp
never knowing which n-gga scheming in the camp
day one to 26 why would you envy this
break bread together even share every cent
some people get consumed with greed that they’re willing to set their own mans up
premeditated murder
whole hood heard it
never took orders
no good burger
i want it came up from the bottom
struggling in life waiting for my moment
youngest dude in the group outspoken
smoke blowing from the stress yeah it keeps blowing
we was born to be different and me i’m the one that’s chosen

outro : richie b

16 and pregnant
18 with no job
21 at them bars alcoholic problems never been solved
x2

- richie b

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