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like that - bshr lyrics

[chorus](bshr)
think he got money ’cause he buyin’ them scats
you n*ggas ain’t chuckies, you n*ggas is bratz
i’m gettin them buckets, you sit in the back
yo’ raps sound dummy, i’m spittin them facts
go get a refund, f*ckin’ up them tracks
you ain’t got no guns, we be totin’ them macs

you n*ggas is rats and we shoot at ya’ hat
i’m f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, she got glue on her back
i blew out her back, and i gave her right back, so you better get back, ’cause you really ain’t like that

diamonds on my neck do a dance like mike jack
that n*gga a b*tch, he ain’t even gon’ fight back
he know i’m the sh*t, but the n*gga just wipe ass
me, b*tters, and rich in the whip, drove right past

[verse](c rich)
we stay on the top, we never in last
you n*ggas is fragile, you n*ggas is glass
i’m grabbin’ her ass, i’m sittin’ in class
lemme pass her to you, assist of the pass

b*tch kinda big, she built like a flask
this ain’t no diss, i’m gettin’ off task
she swallow my kids and kiss on nebrask
these bars hittin’ heavy, ain’t talkin’ no mass
(bshr)
that n*gga a b*tch, he really ain’t hood
i wish that you would, you wish that you could, you n*ggas is pressed, but n*gga i’m good
she swallow my kids, and i gave her the foot

i got all this paper, might write me a book
i’m f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, so you better not look
he rockin’ black forces so he think he a crook
i step on the scene and that n*gga got shook

(b*tta)
i’m f*ckin’ her good, i’m givin’ her d
my d*ck is like nyquil, i put her to sleep
she jump on my d*ck, i’m watchin’ her leap
her boy just came home, i hopped in the jeep

boy is a b*tch, think his name steve
so many hoes, it’s christmas eve
she wanted to stay, i told the b*tch leave
i’m pullin’ her hair, i took off her weave

(bshr)
i rockin’ this ice, but i’m bringin’ the heat
yo b*tch wanna meet, ’cause yo b*tch want the meat
i got all this wheat, so yo b*tch take a seat
that n*gga want beef, but he fake from the street
you better not creep, got the drums, and we beat
i gave her treat, told that hoe watch her t**th
my diamonds too clean and they came from the reef
yo position is three, at the top you can’t reach

(b*tta)
we k!llin’ this beat, yeah we go hard
i’m drivin’ real fast, see yo girl from a far
i told her come here, she hopped in my car
i gave her pill, said we goin’ to mars

she wanted to f*ck, but girl i’m a star
had to pass her up, like i’m brett farve

(bshr)
that n*gga be lyin’, i gave him a scar
she backin’ it up, on my d*ck she gon park

she givin’ me neck so call me the scarf
you n*ggas don’t matter, you ain’t even quarks
i feel 3k, just play yo part
we goin’ too crazy just makin’ some art

fly like a pilot, know you don’t like, but ya b*tch like it, yeah she ride my d*ck
say you a shooter, you ain’t even tried it
might get touched with the tool, like it’s midas
standin’ real tall, but i’m only like 5’6
my music ain’t good, my sh*t is righteous
[chorus](bshr)
think he got money ’cause he buyin’ them scats
you n*ggas ain’t chuckies, you n*ggas is bratz
i’m gettin them buckets, you sit in the back
yo’ raps sound dummy, i’m spittin them facts
go get a refund, f*ckin’ up them tracks
you ain’t got no guns, we be totin’ them macs

- bshr lyrics

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