Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Them, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Yj
Song language: English
Like Them |
Yeah |
This is dedicated to them |
Them solid bitches out there, you know |
Dedicated to the real ones |
Uh |
Talk to em homie |
Yeah |
I could ride for you baby |
Fuckin with a nigga like me |
Know the limit is the sky for you baby |
(You know what this shit is) |
Come slide with me baby |
(Yeah yeah) |
You nothing like them, no |
(I need a bitch like you) |
Like them, no |
Nothing like them |
(So I won’t fuck with bitches like them) |
Nothing like them |
(So I won’t fuck with bitches like them) |
Oh no |
Shorty’s a rider |
She know I’m a roller |
Lend me ya ear baby |
Just let me hold ya |
I hustle, I got plenty ambition |
What’s not to love |
I got her if she need anything |
Yeah that’s my thug |
Cause she loyal, she all about loyalty |
Rollie on that wrist, now she lookin like royalty |
Yeah, we kick back sippin Avion in the glass |
Plus she got em rolled up, smack that ass, hit the gas |
As I exhale, she sittin behind me rubbin my back |
Got me goin out like Pookie or somethin that pussy crack |
Meanwhile I’m sittin back visualizin them stacks |
Said, «my nigga just do what you do I got ya back» |
I could ride for you baby |
Fuckin with a nigga like me |
Know the limit is the sky for you baby |
Come slide with me baby |
You nothing like them, no |
(I need a bitch like you) |
Like them, no |
(So I won’t fuck with bitches like them) |
Nothing like them |
Nothing like them |
(It's that rich nigga shit) |
Oh no |
(Maybach Music) |
Fendi heels, my Atlanta bitch out in Windy Hill |
She too real, left her in the room with like 20 mil |
When she cared back in Miami when we did the deal |
In the middle of war, fuck it imma let em live |
Get this money 'fore they sentence me to a 100 years |
Fuck her slow might tell her where some of the money hid |
Fell in love, must be told her she the one I need |
Only rule, you roll with me that mean you rollin' weed |
Settle down, 20 thousand to go and get a gown |
Wear the crown menage trois, its whatever now |
Chanel shoes, Chanel bag, Chanel dress |
Call her Chanel, she exhale only the best |
(I could ride for you baby) |
I’m the biggest, Boss |
Fuckin with a nigga like me |
Know the limit is the sky for you baby |
(Maybach Music) |
Come slide with me baby |
(My nigga Young) |
You nothing like them, no |
(I need a bitch like you) |
Like them, no |
(So I won’t fuck with bitches like them) |
Nothing like them |
Nothing like them |
Oh no |
I feel them other broads be doin too much, let’s keep it real |
And I ain’t tryin to hear all that, call Dr. Phil |
Best believe that I ain’t got no time for these lame hoes |
You know how the game, in the club in her girl clothes |
Tryin tell me baby that you can’t afford your heels |
Yet you tryin to push up on a nigga worth these mills |
And she help with the stove, damn right she a chef |
I ain’t playin no games, when she out need a ref |
When she in the bedroom, shit she get nasty and shit |
When it’s time to hit the streets, she get classy and shit |
Sendin pictures to my phone, see I’m like what the hell |
Love ain’t always A1, swear to God it never fails |
I need a |
I need a bitch like you |
So I won’t fuck with bitches like them |
I could ride for you baby |
Fuckin with a nigga like me |
Know the limit is the sky for you baby |
Come slide with me baby |
You nothing like them, no |
(I need a bitch like you) |
Like them, no |
(So I won’t fuck with bitches like them) |
Nothing like them |
Nothing like them |
Oh no |
(Its that shit that you do) |
(Yeah uh uh) |
(That's why I don’t fuck with bitches like them) |