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letra de like me - yfn lucci & bandhunta izzy

[intro: yfn lucci]
(pooh, you’re a fool for this one)
(go grizz)
yeah, hey (oh-oh)
(hitmaka)

[chorus: yfn lucci]
worldwide, n-gga, who can stop me? (stop me)
from the big body benz to courtside like spike lee (like spike lee)
tryna catch a vibe and f-ck on somethin’ feisty (yeah)
louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (woo)
shawty said she want a real n-gga, rich n-gga like me, yeah
the type to swipe the card, ain’t no n-gga like me, yeah
dimes on my line, but my time ain’t free, yeah
shawty said she want a real n-gga like me

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
look, i come from the dirt, far from a church
i pulled up first, i buy birks
i pop percs, lift up her skirt
i put in work, she give me head, that girl a nerd
i can’t get played, i can’t get hurt
i got her legs all on my shoulder, i put in work, look
dime after dime, i spent, time after time, i sinned
ridin’ ’round drop-top in my benz
ridin’ ’round with my glock in my hand
the block ain’t get no one-night stand
f-ck i look like, stan?
f-ck i look like, pam?
look, ayy, ain’t it funny how them hoes hated?
i just got a whole ’nother cuban and it ain’t gold-plated
that’s a whole ’nother eighty
[chorus: yfn lucci]
worldwide, n-gga, who can stop me? (stop me)
from the big body benz to courtside like spike lee (like spike lee)
tryna catch a vibe and f-ck on somethin’ feisty (yeah)
louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (woo)
shawty said she want a real n-gga, rich n-gga like me, yeah
the type to swipe the card, ain’t no n-gga like me, yeah
dimes on my line, but my time ain’t free, yeah
shawty said she want a real n-gga like me

[verse 2: bandhunta izzy]
i done seen what happened to von, so boy, don’t try to fight me (nah)
i done turnt up on my own so i don’t need no n-gga to pipe me (at all)
seen six-fifty, cop a ‘vette, trunk in front back where the pipes be (grr)
gave a hundred-bar to bop ’cause he shootin’ sh-t up, spike lee (don’t miss)
don’t care ’bout n-ggas likin’ me (nah), ’cause i bet they b-tches love me (love me)
give a b-tch a “uh-uh” (uh), while her forehead on my tummy (yeah)
got a rich b-tch from the ‘burbs, i changed the lingo, call me dummy (what?)
why she like my clouted ass? i’m from the rain, she where it’s sunny (b-tch)
tell ’em hold they rollies up if you a real gangster (what up?)
we in the streets, you industry, you a real prankster (ha)
talked to my son like f-ck the streets because the streets’ll take ya (i swear)
they ain’t gon’ like you when you dead, treat you like a stranger (bet)

- yfn lucci bandhunta izzy

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