| What’s the word, what’s the word
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| Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo (Mm, mm, mm)
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| Turn me up on the headphones
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| Two times, twist the herb
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| Twist the herb, twist the herb (With a nigga like me, like)
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| Yo yo yo yo yo, yo
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| If looks could kill I let the swank drill like a deadly weapon
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| I drop bombs on an enemy at any second, ugh
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| Look at me wrong I turn you to tombstone
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| Lock you in the crosshairs and you gone
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| Then I throw my deuce up
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| Sip sangritas with your señorita, like me gusta
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| See what that early morning cock will do up to your rooster
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| I bet my cockiness will boost her confidence
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| Then you gon' wonder where your highness went
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| I bet she get low for a nigga like me
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| She get low for a nigga like me
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| Bet she get low for a nigga like me
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| Low for a nigga like me
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| So we burn the Mary Jane 'til the third degree
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| Some niggas biting flows, yo, that’s burglary
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| Same niggas acting like they never heard of me
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| A fuck nigga could get clocked, yo, that’s word to me
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| He get blown for a nigga like me (Blown like me)
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| Get his head exposed for a nigga like me (Smoked for a nigga like me)
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| Put him on the floor for a nigga like me (Floor for a nigga like me)
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Yo, my mind boggles when time toggles
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| In the ocean of stars it’s hard to find goggles, we twisted up
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| So we put it in the air, don’t let the J’s start unravelling
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| We getting blown like a javelin
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| She throw it back like she time traveling
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| Rocked the boat so well, she jumped out and started paddling
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| I’m screaming «Land, ho!» |
| 'Bout to hit for sure (Sure)
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| I motorboat it slow then I ripped the flow
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| I’m pretty sure, like nice beaches
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| That even at my weakest, I still leave 'em speechless
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| How you like those peaches? |
| Find me rotting the apple
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| 'Bout to bump so plump, 'bout to lock in the grapple
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| Feeling like the highest man about to tackle
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| Facts, like the tat under the cap of the Snapple
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| Cats get decapitated for acting a fool
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| Blacks get their ass sprayed just for making a move
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| We get high and say «Fuck the police»
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| That’s why we get high and say «Fuck the police»
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| That’s why we get high and say «Fuck the police»
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| Yo
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| 'Cause every time I make a move, they be sweating me
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| They want another Black man in penitentiary
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| It’s even hard for that man standing next to me (Next to me)
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| 'Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me (Meant for me)
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| It’s like every step bring me close to destiny
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| And every breath I get closer to the death of me
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| I’m just tryna carry out my own legacy
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| But the place I call home ain’t letting me
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| 'Cause you can’t get by if you don’t respect an OG
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| You can’t get by if you don’t respect an OG
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| You can’t get by if you don’t respect an OG (Respect, respect, respect)
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| Cause every corner I turn a nigga testing me (Testing me)
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| And every morning I mourn just for the less of me (Less of me)
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| Sometimes I ask the Lord why he be blessing me (Blessing me)
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| And not my brothers whose souls now rest in peace (Rest in peace)
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me
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| Hope for a nigga like me
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| Just pray there’s hope for a nigga like me (Hope for a nigga like me)
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| I’m something like the chairman of the board, ranting
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| I feel invincible like McMannon
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| One of the last original emcees that’s left standing on the planet
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| Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damn it
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| Cats can’t stand it, get they ass handed and branded
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| By the lyric-ill New York City bandit
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| True Warrior like Rembrandt
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| Yo, some cats claim they fly but really been landed
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| I really can’t stand it (Yo), let me take a seat
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| This where Rosa park her bum, now make some room for me
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| PE in your beeper, hun you can read it and weep
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| My old hoes call me now, leave a message at the beep
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| I don’t wanna speak no I don’t wanna speak (I don’t wanna speak)
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| I don’t wanna speak no I don’t wanna speak (I don’t wanna speak)
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| I just wanna be, girl, I just wanna be
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| I just wanna be free
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me
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| Hope for a nigga like me
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me, for a nigga like me
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me, for a nigga like me
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me, for a nigga like me
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| I pray there’s hope for a nigga like me, for a nigga like me
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| Compton to Bed-Stuy
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| Hope for a nigga like me
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| Hope for a nigga like me
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| Hope for a nigga like me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like Me , by - Joey Bada$$. Song from the album B4.DA.$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп