How You Like Me Baby?

Ghostface Killah

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    Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck
    I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck!
    Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar
    Take care of family so I don't have stupid cars
    Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life
    Baby daddy threaten that's aight, check out my man Trife
    Represent Stapleton, raised in the West
    780 Anderson, now I'm the best
    Stoppin all bets, slammin niggaz like Barkley
    Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley
    Always kept aluminum, bags in the car seat
    Them not show doin them, that's where the NARCs be
    Came to play no games and stay in your lane
    and the ratchet's on your brain and fuck entertainment y'all
    The big spender rock a robe in November
    I never broke but I throw my trees up in the blender

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    Yeah, how you like it baby?
    You want a good time, you alright, you alright?
    C'mon, how you like me baby?
    You have a good time tonight?

    Yo! Better shoe spots, red and blue drops
    I used to serve those, those my rooftops
    Dane cracked the window when the fuckin room's hot
    If my CD was skippin get a different boombox
    New socks full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc's
    So hot, right before I popped the fuckin show stopped
    You can't box, I seen better hands on an old clock
    The old ox never marked you, I'ma blow pop
    Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue mink
    And my bitch arms'll be, 20 G's scrill
    Niggaz like "Pardon me," I'ma be honesty
    Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Connery
    Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby
    Givin you the business, crackheads and the wannabeez
    And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks pharmacy
    Desperate Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me

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    [Chorus]

    [Singing]
    Hey, Mister! Please let my niggaz in
    Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem with meeeeee
    We got them burners on the dancefloor
    Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in
    Three to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennesyyyyyy
    All y'all haters wit'chall math off

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    Composición: D. Coles, P. Phillips y J. Zachary

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