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letra de not like me - ​soser

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[intro]
ahhh
(sele)
ahhh

[verse]
spill lean, now my jeans messed up
wan’ be like me? catch up
and i tote sh-t red, ketchup
no face shot, we neck up
i been tryna sip lean, don’t sip yak
b-tch on her knees and i ain’t hit yet
that’s all i need, get sent back
know her ex n-gga mad i hit that
know her ex n-gga mad that i’m hittin that
just tryna be me, n-gga real rap
if i see that v n-gga, sh-t wraps
and his b-tch ass know i can’t lack
oh my, ass

[verse 2]
askin’ why you lie?
b-tch, i been fried
feel like bonnie and clyde
lil b-tch, so bold huh
b-tch, ion wanna bone, huh
hoe, what you tryna do, yeah
i’m tryn’ make a move, yeah
feel sick, got the flu, uh
i just want ya culo
know you feel used, hoe
i don’t feel used, hoe
i wanna sue, no
hmm
i got them blues, hoe
b-tch, like what you know?
i’m shining like julio
we stuck like glue, yeah
get it like food, woah
don’t want no new hoe
i just want you, yo
[bridge]
said that i know
b-tch, you know that i don’t
if things go wrong, it’s some things i won’t
hit my phone (blue money rubber band gang b-tch!)
she textin’ me come home
totin’ low, bae just watch yo tone

[verse 3]
i get dome, b-tch
then you could go home
let a b-tch know, b-tches still hittin’ my phone
b-tches like you, i know b-tches like you
i just ran right through
i play fair right through
(you not in the band, b-tch!)
this sh-t take time
blowin up, tryna grind
b-tch, are you out ya mind?
b-tch still alone, why you lyin’?
b-tch still goin, won’t cry
i ran up times two, yeah
i’m just tryna shine too
b-tches nun like you
b-tches nun like you
n-ggas nun like me (yo suck my d-ck!)
boy, you know da money blue (blue money!)
she want d-ck, and then she blew
wanna hang, get a noose, n-gga
gen 5, finna beat the sh-t up
she slide, then i’m beatin’ sh-t up
new fye, and it’s heatin’ sh-t up
if i want it, just give that sh-t up
face shot, boy, eat dat sh-t up
b-tch know i ain’t eatin’ her out
inside, we got sticks in the house
12 slidin, put ya stick in the couch
can’t talk wit the d-ck in ya mouth
young n-gga, but i stay in the south
some n-ggas never makin it out
[outro]
(sele)
in reverse
she slide, then i’m beatin’ sh-t up
new fye, and it’s heatin’ sh-t up
if i want it, just give that sh-t up
face shot, boy, eat dat sh-t up
b-tch know i ain’t eatin’ her out
inside, we got sticks in the house
12 slidin, put ya stick in the couch
can’t talk wit the d-ck in ya mouth
young n-gga, but i stay in the south
some n-ggas never makin it out
(sele)

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