Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like That, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 07.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like That |
| They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit |
| That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit |
| (Hey!) They like that |
| (Hey!) They on that |
| (Hey!) They like that |
| (Hey!) They want that |
| They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent |
| Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit |
| (Hey!) Yeah they like that |
| (Hey!) They on that |
| (Hey!) They like that |
| (Hey!) Yeah they want that |
| They want banana clip in, chicken flipping, pistol gripping roll out |
| Music do that shit so good cause that’s the shit I know 'bout |
| Money over everybody, trapping when its cold out |
| Give me mine grind then go shine til I’m sold out |
| Keep a K and some yay, no hesitation I’ll spray whoever in a nigga way |
| Os of the haze only thing a nigga blaze |
| Gang bangers and J’s in projects where a nigga stay |
| In my baby mama Section-8 apartment |
| Okay now everybody know me bitch I’m hot |
| If you want it, ho I got it, you can fuck with me or not |
| Still riding 24's, pockets full of cheddar now |
| If you trapping I’ll be out soon as I handle my B. I |
| I’m trying to dodge the FBI who knew one day I’d be T. I |
| Chevy sitting real high, same clothes still fly |
| That’s the shit them young niggas out there wanna hear about |
| Gangster walking |
| See me approach with caution |
| Louis belt around my waistline, pistol hanging off it |
| Fuck them niggas who be talking, they can get it if they want it |
| Still hanging on the corner, slanging crack and marijuana |
| Still the man in my trap |
| Disappeared from the feds, they ran in my trap |
| Took a half-key, hundred grand, and my strap |
| Only thing I got now is the 9 in my lap |
| Better double, triple it whip it get it to selling |
| Get rich and get out the game 'fore snitches can get to telling |
| Magician with it Magellan, already a felon |
| Ain’t even fired up the dro and they already can smell it |
| Wee hours of the morn I’mma hustle till it’s all gone |
| Nigga better recognize my grind |
| Bank roll over all never mind my shine |
| If you banging let me see your gang sign one time |
| Nigga know I spent my whole life in that shit |
| And still riding with me cause they like that shit |
| Yeah they like that |
| (Hey!) They on that |
| (Hey!) They like that |
| (Hey!) Yeah they want that |
| Spit it how I used to live it I ain’t writing that shit |
| Like I’m right in that shit, that’s why they like that shit |
| (Hey!) Yeah they like that |
| (Hey!) They on that |
| (Hey!) They like that |
| (Hey!) Yeah they want that |