Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Be Like Me , by - Swifty McVay. Release date: 17.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Be Like Me |
| You don’t wanna be like me! |
| You ain’t nothing like me, you niggas’ll get stuck with a Nike |
| Precisely |
| Fuck your life! |
| You don’t wanna be like me! |
| You ain’t nothing like me, you niggas’ll get stuck with a Nike |
| Precisely |
| I ain’t cocky at all |
| Ain’t even that tall |
| Got balls big as jaws |
| They gripped it all pause |
| Bitch I got dawgs, that lost they nerves |
| And they feed, I roll with a breed that’s unheard of |
| I see you got a pistol, but I got an issue |
| I wish you pull it, so I can use that shit against you |
| Wanna avange who? |
| He’s your brother? |
| You a bitch, I thought that I killed that motherfucker |
| Give him back his contract money |
| Cause suckers I can do him for free |
| I’m a bomb, actually |
| I don’t mind slapping a mac milli across your mom |
| And they ain’t gotta give me a dime |
| Genetically inclined to eat whatever hyenas be finding |
| And I clean it as hired by my boss, retiredly |
| That means I do it, cause I do it |
| I want it to grow, and go as I say so |
| Until I’m through with it |
| 700 and 6 kilos |
| You one day for you gon make me build some hell of a bakery |
| And don’t mistaken for an artist with a label that’s snakin' me |
| And I just started murdering agency |
| I learned everything from A to Z |
| Corrupt mentally |
| THC and Hennesey is what my dennem be |
| Doing crime without thinking about the penalty |
| Then I’m daydreaming in court on where the women be |
| I’m a monster, plus I’m causing a beef constant |
| I crack your back more exact than chiropractor |
| Nigga! |
| You at shows doing your biggest |
| You’ll be popping your rubberbands |
| Wrapped around your ??? |
| You an individual, what a miserable way |
| Of living, you scared of have what a nigga givin' |
| Motherfucker! |
| I give you out the puncture |
| Without needles I use swords, you’re allowing the Lord |
| You gets nothing less with a silencer to your vocal cord |
| Dumping your body by the ocean, ain’t nothing corded for |
| You wanna walk in my foot steps and getting deft |
| On how your family ain’t escaping my death, motherfucker! |