Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like You Say You Do, artist - Mozzy. Album song 1 Up Top Ahk, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Mozzy
Song language: English
Like You Say You Do |
Four finger bangin', I’m from four park |
Pop a couple pills and then smoke 'ports |
Y’all don’t know nothin' 'bout that gangster shit, ah |
I got shooters in my corner, they don’t play about me |
Nigga, watch what you say about me |
Nah, they don’t play about me |
I got shottas in my corner, they don’t play about me |
Watch what you say about me, they chewin' faces 'bout me |
We in this ancient Audi, it’s in Alicia name |
But this blammy I’m brandishin' in 'em people’s name |
My youngin' gunnin' for nothin', little Uzzy need a name |
Inquired about his prices when I seen his aim |
Them better days never came when we prayed for 'em |
The oven on 450, keep the place warm |
Jordan’s launchin' every month, I had to beg for 'em |
And she still ain’t cop 'em, my grades started droppin' |
My gang started poppin', ain’t no way I’m goin' to college |
Momma and poppa couldn’t save me when them niggas robbed me |
It’s traumatizin' watching bullets penetrate a body |
Without a body, niggas treat you like you ain’t nobody |
You know I got it, off baggin' up all this powder |
Purchase 20 P’s, all sour, be there in a hour |
1750 on the counter, I promise it’s all there, you could count it |
I never got an allowance, now I’m up a couple hundred thousand |
Slither through the hood, I’m just browsin' |
Peanut butter couches in the foreign got me loungin' |
Thinking 'bout this 'Rari, discussin' with my accountant |
My mama lookin' at houses, told her to point 'em out |
And we gone make it happen, you know what your boy about |
Watch how they follow the route, gettin' to it for real |
We don’t need a deal, niggas Gucci over here |
Cubicals in the air, cubicals in the charm |
Tell 'em ring the alarm, a Cali nigga in charge |
Bangin' B-Sunny, they tackled him on the yard |
Anything can happen when shackled behind bars |
Nah, you don’t love me like you say you do |
When them suckers slid on me, nigga, fuck you do |
A single body ain’t enough, gotta come anew |
I’m 100 through and through, ain’t nothin' new |
You don’t love me like you say you do, yeah |