Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like That , by - Reeko SqueezeRelease date: 26.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like That |
| Bare bitch boys on their periods |
| Even back then, I was linking them crackheads |
| Rolling round with mad peds (ring) |
| Jooking up big youts for mad Zs |
| I don’t love this shit |
| Smoke on me, I buss off quick (boom) |
| I always got bro, I don’t care what you did (don't care) |
| I’m on a back road in top speed (vroom) |
| Sometimes, I wear glasses |
| Gotta disguise from undies (dickheads) |
| Them feds just bastards |
| Try’na find bare shit on me (pricks) |
| They ain’t know every other day |
| I had it on me |
| Kitties from cunch to Louis to Bromley |
| Jarring and that |
| I just wanna clart and get a pack |
| I just lost a pack of each |
| And I’m out here tryna get back |
| This ain’t just rap |
| Get stones, get 'em wrapped |
| G phoning my phone |
| G moving like a cat |
| Dead weed? |
| Bring it back |
| I’m old school, that’s a fact (yes) |
| And if you wanna run up on me (come on) |
| Make sure I can’t come back (please) |
| She like me cause I’m black |
| I like her cause her back |
| Her face ain’t that (uh huh) |
| But she fully on-track (ring ring) |
| Don’t start, it’s not that |
| My bredrins calm in the back |
| Something on my lap |
| But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that |
| comin' like a rack |
| And you’re taking pics of a rack |
| Showing off all your stack |
| You ain’t gonna get gyal like that |
| Don’t start, it’s not that |
| My bredrins calm in the back |
| Something on my lap |
| But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that |
| comin' like a rack |
| And you’re taking pics of a rack |
| Showing off all your stack |
| You ain’t gonna get gyal like that |
| I abide by the G code |
| In the trap, no fees, no Tivo |
| Got bits in my jeans just like Steve-O |
| I don’t want pum or Loubs, I want kilos |
| Man better watch for their Carties |
| Trap mash, had to skip couple parties |
| Did road, just me and my dargies |
| Big man, just me in my Huaraches |
| Dem youts there way too chatty |
| And my youts them way too scatty |
| That boy chat wild and aggy |
| Till he got himself bun like a patty |
| Saw him in the midfield like Verratti |
| I pulled up and I jumped out the cabby |
| I had to put a fuck nigga on his batty |
| He weren’t a man, then he chat like a yatty |
| Yeah, now I get a bag for a booking |
| My little G got bagged for a jooking |
| Still his big bros out here cooking |
| Brudda by the curtain, man have gotta keep looking |
| In the dance with the peng, you can smell me |
| And the peng white ting looking healthy |
| All my gunners in the back like Koscielny |
| If you need it in the west, you could bell me |
| My Gs do works, not rap |
| Man drill man down with the mash |
| Peng gyal like her app got tapped |
| Big back for a back, looking fat, man clap |
| Mixed-race, to the jakes, I’m black |
| Dasheen, them boys just dash |
| Snapchat pops off, bare yats |
| Stack fit, my shoe box fat |
| Don’t start, it’s not that |
| My bredrins calm in the back |
| Something on my lap |
| But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that |
| comin' like a rack |
| And you’re taking pics of a rack |
| Showing off all your stack |
| You ain’t gonna get gyal like that |
| Don’t start, it’s not that |
| My bredrins calm in the back |
| Something on my lap |
| But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that |
| comin' like a rack |
| And you’re taking pics of a rack |
| Showing off all your stack |
| You ain’t gonna get gyal like that |