Like Me

King Los

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    [Hook: Los]
    See a nigga like me?
    I'm on my shit, I'm on my shit
    See a nigga like you?
    You on my dick, you on my dick
    See a nigga like me?
    I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
    Homie, I'm just gettin' to the paper
    See a nigga like you?
    Doin' a bunch of motherfuckin' frontin'
    Otherwise known as a hater
    Like me...
    Glad I'm a nigga like me...
    Me... glad I'm a nigga like me...
    Me... glad I'm a nigga like me...
    Me... glad I'm a nigga like me...

    [Verse 1: Los]
    King - candy paint the gold drop
    Hop out, chicks be all on my dick
    Drop 'bout 50 large on my wrist
    Rock it while I run a quick menage with your bitch
    Hold up - roll up, watchin' bitches fuckin' the pole up
    On the other hand, probably rubber banding my dough up
    Slow up, I tell a bad bitch "pour up"
    And we gon' get it crackin' as soon as she call a ho up
    True, they ain't fuckin' with your broke ass
    See these poor-ass niggas? You straight up out, low cash
    Lookout, I'm a boss you a lookout
    Paper plates on my grill like my car is a cookout
    Took out a bunch of money, I'm a baller
    Borrow you bitch and give her back, and niggas never call her
    Call her a ho, she'll probably answer to it
    Bands'll make her dance and she's probably dancing to it
    Like work, work - shirt, skirt
    All over the floor, man, I'm all over your whore
    We all over the board, we scorin'
    Jordans on the foreign, probably uniform, flight, bumpin' Lauren
    You ain't doin' what I'm doin', I be on
    I'm beyond all you niggas, I'm a king, you a pawn
    You are pawning your rings cause I'm on
    You arranging a storm, and the storm is coming, be warned, calm
    De fuck down, punks jump up then get beat the fuck down
    This beef's been cut down to the minimum, bend 'em up
    A few million, nigga what? Bigger trust
    Fast cars, my last bars out of this world like NASA
    See a nigga like you?
    Just mad cause I'm rappin' my ass off

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    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: Juicy J]
    I get high every day - wake and bake
    Get me high, bitch, get me elevated
    Pop mea molly then I fuck her face
    I just lit a hundred straight
    All my trees be smokin' great
    In a blunt or in a pape
    You ain't talkin' cash, need to translate
    You chick is part of my fanbase
    Sippin' syrup -
    Freaky bitch gon' make it work when she make it twerk
    I'm in my car, I gotta swerve
    Trying not to hit the fuckin' curb
    These niggas think it's easy
    I make that shit look easy
    I seen a ho from TV
    And I fucked a ho from TV
    Smoke one when you see me
    I hustle every season
    Ballin' and I'm stuntin', ho
    Call me Willie B, man
    Got a fine bitch that be singin'
    When I'm in the Lam', that's what she be fiendin'
    Shut up all the talkin', ho, drink the semen
    Gettin' money like Ross and I always stay schemin'
    I could sell some water to a fire
    In the mall parking lot, doin' doughnuts, burnin' Hummer tires
    Nigga, get you some money
    Quit tryna count mine
    Ray Charles swag, I can count money blind

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