Letra de Like Me – $NOT , iann dior
[$NOT:]
(Woo)
Mhm, da-da
Okay
(Ayy)
Yuh, ayy
Like this, like that (Haha), yuh
Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?)
Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy)
Everywhere I go, I’ma stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh)
Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)
Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, that’s my queen (Yuh)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil’ earring (Brr)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil’ earring (Yuh)
You my babygirl but you not main-squeeze (Ayy)
Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze (Huh?)
Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams
Fuck a bitch then I dip out of your piece (Piece)
Three shots to the back, give me five rings
Gotta get the work so I pull up big-body (Big-body)
Pull up in a foreign, I ain’t talkin’ Maserati (Yuh, skrrt, vroom)
Pull up in a ’Rari (Ayy)
I be eatin’ good, I be eatin’ Calamari (Ayy)
I might break her bone, call me fuckin’ Jeff Hardy (Yuh)
Two wheels, one seat, ’bout to rob a Harley
She knows what I need, ridin’ around as I please (Huh?)
Fuckin’ everything up until I can’t see (I can’t see)
Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?)
Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy)
Everywhere I go, I’ma stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh)
Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)
Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, that’s my queen (Yuh)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil’ earring (Brr)
[iann dior:]
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, get like me
Suicide doors and the inside cream
Like, woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woo), high speed
I’ma hit the gas, I don’t even need a key (Yuh)
I’ma pay cash, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a lease
Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beat-up (Uh)
I’ma hit her one time, you know I ain’t tryna keep her (Uh)
And I know that they be plottin’ so I’m walkin’ with a Nina (Uh)
Okay, girl, won’t you put on a show for me?
I’m lovin’ the way that she throwin’ it back on me
She get the pat-down (Pat-down)
Try to bring it up, baby, bring it back down (Down)
Swingin’ ’round, baby, throwin’ in circles (Circles)
All these racks got her jumpin’ like a hurdle (Yeah), like a hurdle
[$NOT:]
Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (Huh?)
Tryna take my juice (Yuh), tryna take my steez (Ayy)
Everywhere I go, I’ma stay on my Qs and Ps (Yuh)
Everybody tryna be just like me (Why?)
Choppa on my side and I might let it sing (Huh?)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, that’s my queen (Yuh)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil’ earring (Brr)
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