Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Me, artist - Young LitoDate of issue: 07.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like Me |
| Straight out of Brooklyn |
| A young, live nigga named Lito |
| Baby faced, hella fly, but my heat blow |
| Rap’s cool but I’m really in the streets, so |
| Don’t compare me to rappers, I’m more like Meech, ho |
| Shit changes, now I’m calling the shots |
| I just bought me a chain, I really wanted a Glock |
| These niggas see me, they’re hating I’m getting all of this guap |
| But run up, and I’m ‘a have your momma calling the cops |
| We’re putting pain in, BSB bangin' |
| Shot the thirty but he felt ten like Raymond |
| Don’t sell nicks though, my niggas really slangin' |
| We’re dealing with bricks, got some chicks bringing the ‘caine in |
| I’m saying I’m a fly nigga, look at me |
| Getting dough is a crime, the judge will throw the book at me |
| These niggas is shook of me |
| Still in the hood where the wolves and the crooks will be |
| Really tough, these niggas is faking like Booker T |
| Young nigga out here, getting money |
| I swear they don’t do it like me |
| (They don’t do it like me!) |
| Haters looking like they want something from me |
| I’ll have them hooked to an IV |
| (Don't play with your life!) |
| Can a young nigga get money? |
| Yes I can, yes I can |
| Get money off snow bunnies for my Mexican |
| Was out in Cancun, jet skis, (extra tan?) |
| Came home and bought a new Mercedes-Benz sedan |
| Now I’m riding on the road to riches |
| I’m just doing me, haters saying I’m malicious |
| Take the scrutiny and dick up out your throat, will you? |
| Nobody cares about the opinion of a broke nigga |
| What you’re saying won’t never matter |
| You ain’t even up, bank full of chuck |
| And I’m the nigga that the bad bitches want to fuck |
| Got a question for you—is you mad or is you mad as fuck? |
| Throw you niggas bullets, |
| Keep a Colt Forty-Five, last shooting was |
| was a goon, but to me he was vagina |
| That’s a lesson, hear the warning, mind your B I Z |
| ‘Cause we’re the money murder crew, BSB |
| Nigga |
| Have you ever seen a thug in Phillip Lim? |
| Who’s got so many pounds a nigga could fill a gym |
| See most of my homies dead or even locked in a pen |
| I’m talking I’ll Slaughterhouse for selling that Eminem |
| (Who is him?) |
| It’s Lito, the young boss don |
| Fly as hell with my cross on |
| Shit, I might have put your boss on |
| I had the right girls, still did them all wrong |
| And got some old friends a nigga just floss on |
| Flyer than an eagle, bitches screaming Lito |
| Riding in the Benz but the shooters in the Regal |
| If rap fails, then I’m ‘a get it off my ‘migo |
| My youngins on the strip hitting licks like it’s legal |
| You niggas better D up |
| Balling, nigga we up |
| But not on the court, I’m in the suite with my feet up |
| Haters throwing shots but they really want to be us |
| Might go to Philippe’s and just eat them niggas' re-up |