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letra de ain't like me - ynw melly

[intro: ynw juvy]
yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah

[chorus: ynw juvy & ynw melly]
ain’t like me, ain’t like me (ain’t like me)
f-ck the p-ssy n-gga, he ain’t like me (he ain’t like me)
these haters, they gon’ hate ’cause they ain’t like me
f-ck them other n-ggas, they ain’t like me
they ain’t like me, they ain’t like me
i f-ck the n-gga b-tch, ’cause he ain’t like me
these haters, they gon’ hate ’cause they ain’t like me
f-ck them other n-ggas, they ain’t like me
[verse 1: ynw juvy]
they kinda sorta hate me, pull up on that sudo coupe
yeah, that mercedes
yo hoe h-lla crazy, she tryna have my baby
no sorry baby girl, but i am not crazy
yeah that wonder round in the streets, yes it made me
yes i am a beast, so they really couldn’t tame me
they keep dropping hits, so you really gon’ have to pay me
when i get this money, i swear it will never change me
trapping on the block, momma couldn’t really save me
posted on the block, selling dimes, that was daily
free my dawg swift, they took my dawg, this sh-t crazy
pull that pump on you, now i got you smart lazy
you people sneak dissing but it really doesn’t phase me
shooters on go, so you really gonna play dee
if you wanna go, i put that p-ssy on a white tee
’cause i always was made to be a f-cking g (straight up)

[chorus: ynw juvy & ynw melly]
ain’t like me, ain’t like me (ain’t like me)
f-ck the p-ssy n-gga, he ain’t like me (he ain’t like me)
these haters, they gon’ hate ’cause they ain’t like me
f-ck them other n-ggas, they ain’t like me
they ain’t like me, they ain’t like me
i f-ck the n-gga b-tch, ’cause he ain’t like me
these haters, they gon’ hate ’cause they ain’t like me (ayy, ayy)
f-ck them other n-ggas, they ain’t like me (ayy, ayy, ayy)
[verse 2: ynw melly]
trapping, capping, super dabbing
banding out on gucci jackets
ha, ha, ayy, uh, trapping, capping, super dabbing
banding out on gucci jackets
yes we tried to set him up, so he always pistol packing
melly posing, pistol toting
keep a pocket full of trojans, gunja smoking, rollercoaster
p-ssy wet, pacific ocean
no he cannot trust a soul, and his heart so f-cking frozen
all these b-tches wanna f-ck him ’cause his neck and wrist is golden
n-ggas tryna make it out the struggle
just like a bowling ball, i’m straight up out the gutter
she wanna f-ck, she gotta f-ck me and my brother
don’t trust these hoes, i f-ck them with a double rubber
i know that you see all this guap lil’ baby, come f-ck with my squad
i think i popped a d-mn v–gr-, ’cause i go so f-cking hard
i catch you lacking, leave your body laying on the boulevard
had yo momma crying, ambulances, police in yo yard
when we walk inside the club, i bet them hoes know who we are
young n-ggas laming, got no dang, baby come f-ck with a star
ice all on my audemar, now she wanna f-ck the squad
all these n-ggas, they ain’t like me ’cause they know just who we are

[outro: ynw melly]
aight, we done

- ynw melly

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