| Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
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| It’s Evil Empire
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| Where nobody broke
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| They be free
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| I know
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| Uh
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| Man if you try and catch me got to get like me and match me
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| If a dollar sign on that motherfucker, attach me
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| No disrespect but my life ain’t been nothing classy
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| Just gangsta booze, Remy-Mar's, no cassies
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| I crank up, I turn, big bangin the herb
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| Heavy anchor swingin forth and back on my shirt
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| All these pretty bitches back attackin my nerve
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| This dick in her mouth, that’s what her actions deserve
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| I serve, I swerve
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| I surf, I turf
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| I kiss my Jesus pieces while I double-cross the earth
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| Chillin, feelin able, willin
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| Linen, candy sprayed grill and bright lemon
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| Camel Feragamos, you ain’t seen these I know
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| I’m a show you new shit, some shit you need to follow
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| I’m a leader off the meter, can’t lie I often eat er
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| She no speakin English so I had to name her Mia
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| I ride on foes and turn
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| I’m lookin so clean today
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| The hoes on me
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| As I swing in my 60 tray
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty
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| I’m so clean when I pull up on them hoes
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| Hit the parking lot with the shoes and candy doors
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| Everybody knows bout this nigga round here
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| Everybody knows that I’m certified trill
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty
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| Yo, it’s Quise
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| She my Gipsby & Giuseppe’s
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| Down key, shine harder than the Jesus piece where my chest be
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| Full C’s where here chest be
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| My Aphrodite, love goddess
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| She the hottest with that mac gloss
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| Her lips poppin, her mouth clean
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| But she shit talkin, her thisty yea
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| Just me and my baby
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| Fuck them other hoes, that’s my lady
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| If you think that she got me whipped
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| Fuck that, I’m a drive her crazy
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| Ferris wheels on my new coupe
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| Couple racks on her new bag
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| Kinda fucked up from her last dude
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| With that fuck nigga you was doin bad
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| But I want you to get like me
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| Will get you light likely
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| She picture perfect, no ID
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| See um, I’m intrigues by her mind
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| And I’m tryna make her mine
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| At the same time I’m stuck on her ass
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| Ho what’s behind that behind
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| So tell me that you ready
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| Show me that you ready
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| Just keep you on yo toes
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| So I never peddy
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| Fly nigga hoes want
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| Little mama all I need
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| So I never fake the phone, flip down so get like me
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| I ride on foes and turn
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| I’m lookin so clean today
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| The hoes on me
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| As I swing in my 60 tray
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty
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| I’m so clean when I pull up on them hoes
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| Hit the parking lot with the shoes and candy doors
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| Everybody knows bout this nigga round here
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| Everybody knows that I’m certified trill
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty
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| You need to get like me, baby
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| You need to get like me, Shawty |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Like Me , by - Gunplay. Song from the album Acquitted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп