Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NothinLikeUs , by - Curtis Williams. Release date: 28.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NothinLikeUs |
| Look, I said |
| Been banked up, got a check in my pocket |
| That’s how a nigga came in |
| And the shit so big, can’t fit in no wallet |
| That’s how a nigga came in |
| Booked so many shows that the money won’t fold |
| I just need me a straight shot of gin |
| Your bitch want to kick it, she like how I’m living |
| I promise that we was just friends |
| All these damn drugs, Imma do em |
| Ask about the money that I made, I ran through it |
| The way a young nigga talking, might sue him |
| Mama say chill, what the fuck I been doing |
| Shit chilling, just living |
| Looking at cars, motherfucker big spending |
| Taking all these young nigga women |
| Tell she been sniffing cause her nose still dripping |
| Off a few tabs so I’m tripping |
| Blunt after blunt to the face till I’m lifted |
| Screaming Two-9 till I’m finished |
| Nigga Two-9 till I’m, ahh |
| Say you smoking weed my nigga, ain’t hitting no weed like us |
| Say you getting money my nigga, ain’t touching no money like us |
| Say you like drugs my nigga, ain’t none of y’all high like us |
| You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us |
| You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us |
| Nothing like us, nothing like us |
| You don’t flex with your niggas, ain’t real with your set, ain’t nothing like us |
| Nothing like us, nothing like us |
| I don’t think a nigga want to be high like this |
| So addicted to the life, Imma die like this |
| Your bitch my bitch, it don’t even make sense |
| Your bitch stop worrying bout a bitch, make sense |
| I smoke in peace, they so antagonizing |
| They say they live life, but I know they lying |
| Ok, everything fine with me |
| Bitch look good, but she fine with me |
| Motherfucker swearing niggas that they ride for me |
| Motherfucker can’t pull up on side of me |
| We can’t even pull up at the motherfucking bank, overseas money |
| Nigga it ain’t nothing, that mama need money |
| Niggas talking money, but the shit’s so funny |
| Niggas talking money, but the shit’s so funny |
| If your bank don’t fold you can fuck every ho |
| But not like us, I can fuck her out the dust |
| Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust |
| Damn near got a grammy but I’m still gone bust |
| Me and Curt still chilling and they still ain’t up |
| Nigga shut the bitch down, we gon turn the bitch up |
| Everybody want to rap, but they still not us |
| Everybody want to rap, but they still not us |
| I be killing everything I see and I ain’t even fucking start, boup boup |
| Rapping on the track, Curt and Key! |
| But my whip is push to start |
| All I see is red on the track, it’s everything, look like a target |
| Im running with your bitch boy, have her legs split like aparted |
| Everybody want me on the cover and I’m sonnin' all these rappers |
| I could swear I be their mother |
| Then I serve em like a butler |
| Hova, I’m a, I’m a hustler |
| Smoke it in the paper like a rasta |
| Swear they know my name from the UK to out in Russia |
| Pop a lot of bands that’s why my hands are marked with rubber |
| Smoking on some green, I caught control, I call it flubber |
| Boy, fuck do you think that this is |
| Word to my brother Collard, we the shit |
| No Kardashian, we popping off Cris |
| Check out the Rollie, no time for this shit |
| Fuck boy, Danny Seth’s who I fucking be |
| And I ain’t fucking her unless I’m seeing her ID |
| We ain’t even got to ask about the fucking team |
| Curt Williams, Danny Seth, and the Key! |