Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Us, artist - Chyna WhiteDate of issue: 27.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like Us |
| We don’t go dance to watch face |
| My man a got the ting in waist |
| They don’t get down like us |
| Heavyweight, they don’t run with the ground like us |
| I love when the champagne… |
| I love when the champagne… |
| Don’t come dance if you ain’t got paper |
| I ain’t a hater, I’m the creator |
| I roll out with a real duppy-maker |
| Jawbreaker, never add shake |
| And the kitchen’s bake and you can’t buy later |
| Big guns dem straight from Jamaica |
| Bang bang, I kiss your ass later |
| Bang bang, I kiss your ass later |
| I get down but I never bow low so so |
| Then you never see me in Soho get loco |
| How can you come dance with no dough |
| And act the hero |
| And every other girl gets boxed in her mouth |
| Every other weekend there’s a shootout |
| And there ain’t nothing that we can do now |
| Except for just back like the A-Team |
| This Class '19, get your head buss, laid flat |
| Dead man, you will end up |
| So many times, man a could’ve slipped up |
| Irish paddy, never run out of luck |
| E3 so Bow, teller look shock |
| Never get paint when I come in your block |
| Man a couldn’t give a shit about the money you’re got |
| Man a got paper like a bookshop |
| Man a been doing this ting since '10 |
| You can do a JDZ Media |
| P110, Warm Up Sessions |
| You could have a hundred bars |
| And I’m still like I dunno, I don’t rate ya |
| I wouldn’t play ya if you gave me 10 bags |
| Man, I’d rather be in Bricklane with 10 slags |
| One 16 and then I end man |
| We don’t go dance to watch face |
| My man a got the ting in waist |
| They don’t get down like us |
| Heavyweight, they don’t run with the ground like us |
| I love when the champagne busts |
| That same bottle will get your head bust |
| I love when the champagne busts |
| That same bottle will get your head bust |
| I don’t go dance to watch man |
| My niggas got the tings that bang |
| You should already know |
| The calmest one in the crew is the wickedest man |
| We got the stickiest grams |
| My niggas we are the trippiest gang |
| I’ll give your girl the wickedest slam |
| Deal with the business like a business plan |
| Good times you will see the champagne bust |
| Bad times you will see the .45 bust |
| Told you they don’t wanna war with us |
| Me and my niggas dem are touring, champagne pouring |
| Bottles on bottles, bring more in |
| I’ve got more in storage |
| Rave through the night 'til morning |
| I don’t even call it balling, I call it putting my horn in |
| Dem man don’t run the town like us |
| I started in the bottom from the ground right up |
| Man get a par, the wickedest one |
| LOTM, who’s to village, who’s big enough |
| Who delivers, who’s given up |
| All I know that, I ain’t losing |
| When the star burst, man turn Chewits |
| Make some money then they turn Jewish |
| I’ve got bare gal from Sweden, New Zealand |
| And Stevenage, in my to-do list |
| Look at them, they’re not proud like us |
| That’s due to happen when man move quiet |
| I go loud, like stay down at once |
| Pour champagne, come like it’s a sea-side |
| Dem man, nah try drown like us, par |
| Try get around like us, nah |
| We don’t go dance to watch face |
| My man a got the ting in waist |
| They don’t get down like us |
| Heavyweight, they don’t run with the ground like us |
| I love when the champagne busts |
| That same bottle will get your head bust |
| I love when the champagne busts |
| That same bottle will get your head bust |