Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LIKE/ME , by - 83HADES. Release date: 25.08.2018
Song language: English
LIKE/ME |
| Think I made her cry, aye |
| 'Cause she on the side, aye |
| Re-really heat 'em up, Imma get 'em fried, aye |
| On my fifth line, aye |
| Bitch, I’m outside, aye |
| And you know I’m strapped up like a fucking dyke, aye |
| Tell 'em all to shop, yuh |
| Imma get this right, aye |
| Ray Charles in this bitch, but it’s on sight, aye |
| Why you tryna act like me, but you talking out your neck? |
| Imma pull up to your steps, Imma really get him wet |
| And he don’t want the fade, I might kill his ass instead |
| Big R’s in this bitch, she got RVR3 on her head |
| 4 R’s in that bitch, she put meat in her neck |
| Crab walk, for the set like I’m Jeremiah, bitch |
| Turn him flat Stanley, 'cause I got my iron, bitch |
| And my butcher make it chop, 'cause I’m Marco Marfè, bitch |
| I got white, I got sips, I got ice, I got bricks |
| Doing shit like me, he’s a fucking faggot |
| If you pull up to the lot we can get to clapping |
| While you was in school I was getting action |
| Why you talking 'bout that bread if you ain’t really stacking? |
| Feel the gas call my name so I had to tap it |
| Imma pull up on that hoe, now that bitch gasping |
| Now I’m cooking up the dope, we can get to cracking |
| Had to get to my blade, now I’m looking like a-- |
| Everybody in the fucking club dressed like 83 |
| Why you talk so much, ain’t into conversation G |
| Like a rap song, Imma make his body fucking leak |
| Try to rob, you ain’t get it, so please stop trying me |
| Blowing off the, stop tryna act like me |
| Stop tryna rap like me |
| Balling like an athlete |
| Choppa cause catastrophe |
| For a feat I’m charging fees |
| Fuck it, ain’t fuck with police |
| Charging, that’s a felony |
| Told that bitch, get on her knees |
| Booling with my heat |
| Need some drugs |
| Got 'em for the low |
| Choppa make it ring |
| Make you flip |
| Make you walk |
| I got that Wok |
| Not dropping tools |
| All you rappers fools |
| E e i g h t y t h r e e |
| Think I made her cry, aye |
| 'Cause she on the side, aye |
| Re-really heat 'em up, Imma get 'em fried, aye |
| On my fifth line, aye |
| Bitch, I’m outside, aye |
| And you know I’m strapped up like a fucking dyke, aye |
| Tell 'em all to shop, yuh |
| Imma get you right, aye |
| Ray Charles in this bitch, but it’s on sight, aye |
| Why you tryna act like me, but you talking out your neck? |
| Imma pull up to your steps, Imma really get him wet |
| And he don’t want the fade, I might kill his ass instead |
| Big R’s in this bitch, she got RVR3 on her head |
| 4 R’s in that bitch, she put meat in her neck |
| Crab walk, for the set like I’m Jeremiah, bitch |
| Turn him flat Stanley, 'cause I got my iron, bitch |
| And my butcher make it chop, 'cause I’m Marco Marfè, bitch |
| I got white, I got sips, I got ice, I got bricks |
| She got .45, lames, |
| Doing shit like me, he’s a fucking faggot |
| If you pull up to the lot we can get to clapping |
| While you was in school I was getting action |
| Why you talking 'bout that bread if you ain’t really stacking? |
| Feel the gas call my name so I had to tap it |
| Imma pull up on that hoe, now that bitch gasping |
| Now I’m cooking up the dough, we can get to cracking |
| Had to get to my blade, now I’m looking like a-- |