Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How You Like Me Now, artist - Meek Mill. Album song First Come First Serve, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.01.2015
Record label: RIP
Song language: English
How You Like Me Now |
| Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeewler |
| Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter |
| Nigga down to do ya, I aint fucking with a curl bar |
| Nickle plated ruger have you in a box on Worldstar |
| Duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga |
| Where I’m from you call the fuck nigga |
| Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa |
| Courtside sportscenter, I can make you a believer |
| Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it |
| Hundred kilo’s in the beemer, boy don’t make me get excited |
| Couple milli on the neck like I’m tryna get indicted |
| Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger |
| Real niggas, taking over televisions |
| Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes |
| Hot boy, Young boy, still on fire |
| What’s a death sentence cause we all gotta die |
| Sittin' on them M’s, mad shit is gettin realer |
| Got my hood looking like |
| Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer |
| Just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill ‘em |
| And these suckas, I don’t feel ‘em |
| I don’t even see ‘em |
| I’mma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah |
| Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here |
| If all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya |
| Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs |
| Everybody ridin' till you sit ‘em in the morgue |
| Started with a now I’m sittin' in a Porsche |
| With the shooters right behind me |
| Shit, you looking at a boss |
| Rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless |
| Hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin' |
| Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding |
| Ya’ll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded? |
| I did it for my dawgs |
| Did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss |
| Did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt |
| Now I’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the |
| But got bikes in my hand and a drop head Rolly |
| Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning |
| My dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin' |
| Play with my paper, run up in your offices |
| It’s the '012 Ice Cube nigga with the Raider hat |
| A maniac nigga, where the paper at |
| Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit |
| 50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace |
| Yo, watch who you drinking with |
| Watch who you smoking with |
| 1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash) |
| If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it |
| And I know tomorrow aint promised but I hope it is |
| Love to get acquanted with you |
| Stay and tear the jail up |
| Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up |
| Get them thangs off so I haven’t put the scales up |
| Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut |
| Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself |
| Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt |
| Yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else |
| If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt |
| The dough got ‘em bringing in the broads |
| Obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord |
| If there’s money on ya head what you think is the reward? |
| I aint do it for myself, you know who I did it for? |