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like this - mattela, montèupnext & miikael lyrics

[chorus: montèupnext, mattela, montèupnext & miikael, montèupnext, mattela & miikael]
name another b*tch that can spit like this
name another b*tch that can get like this (oh)
name another b*tch that can sh*t like this (no; like this)
name another b*tch that can spit like this
name another b*tch that can get like this
name another b*tch that can sh*t like this

[verse 1: miikael]
it’s the droid, prodigy, and the barbie
we playin’ with the rap girls like atari
even the crackers gaggin’, sayin’, “gnarly”
bitin’ you hoes, one by one (ouch charlie)
your n*gga a giver, i hope you know i’m takin’
always on my verse sh*t, gotta know my placement
caught ya b*tch eye, now she askin’ if i’m taken
f*cked her once, now she in the bed, near effacement
always been the one to make the weak b*tches jealous
it’s certain energy around me, it’s always overzealous
love the girls that be on me, but i’m lookin’ for the fellas
b*tch, give me yo’ head, it go straight into the propellers
we three money makin’ b*tches, montè and miikael
mattel got y’all usin’ bars that she been recycled
we got you b*tches jiggin’, saw, tricycle
if i could name another b*tch i would be a psycho (ahh)
i’m seein’ way too many b*tches with no style
you rappin’ on them same beats, never been versatile
new louboutins on the heel, you should walk a mile
i spit bars like a inmate up in jail
i want that margiela mirco, and prada too
i k!ll b*tches, drink blood like the dahmer do
keep remy in the back, gun clocked, ratatou’
them girls sayin’ that you hit was really lyin’ to you, ah
[chorus: montèupnext]
name another b*tch that can spit like this (name another b*tch that can get like—)
name another b*tch that can get like this (name another b*tch that can sh*t like—)
name another b*tch that can sh*t like this (name another b*tch that can get like—)
name another b*tch that can spit like this (name another b*tch that can get like—)
name another b*tch that can get like this (name another b*tch that can spit like—)
name another b*tch that can sh*t like this (name another b*tch that can sh*t like—, ah)

[verse 2: montèupnext]
name another b*tch that can get up on the track, spit a rap
tell the whack b*tch get up (oh)
name another b*tch that can put it on the map, like that
now they copy my sh*t up (woo)
my flow wetter than a head giver
i eat hoes like a b*tch legs up in the bed with her (uh*huh)
my bars got a hard head hitter
them hoes diss me, then my style they ran with her
i could never beef with a n*gga on sax
i’m really quick to body a b*tch, it’s on wax
you better get a wig, i apply it on tracks
tell that ho stop subbin’ in all caps (ha*ha)
b*tches wanna do it like me (like me)
but b*tch, i’m number one, you like three
562*310*4753, yo’ n*gga number might be (oop)
i ride ya n*gga like bm
i already said in the dm, i can’t wait to see him
you other wack hoes, can’t rap, perdium
that’s why i son hoes like the pm (like pm)
[chorus: montèupnext]
name another b*tch that can spit like this (like this)
name another b*tch that can get like this (like this)
name another b*tch that can sh*t like this (name another b*tch that can get like, like, like)
name another b*tch that can spit like this (like this)
name another b*tch that can get like this (like this)
name another b*tch that can sh*t like this (n*gga, are you deaf)

[verse 3: mattela]
name another b*tch got the game on switch
ball perfect, pitch, press a b*tch, and her clique
then she sign a couple tits, do some tricks on the d*ck
get the shovel, and the trench, then i throw ’em in the ditch
’cause i*i*i, i am italia
and don’t get scared, ’cause i can smell ya
and when you catch me on tracks with them hoes
they gone, i don’t know what to tell ya
see ever since i came i made my own name
i son ’em like it’s daylight, put ’em on that ai
got ’em so obsessed with tryna get a k
like gone and say my name, chile, mother may*i
yeah, you already know what the f*ck it is
and everybody in the game know what it give
and if i kinda live, then maybe you can live
until then i’m in the vip of miami liv
checkmate, and ain’t a b*tch gonna check me
’cause b*tches know i keep them shooters on deck mate
i got bars, arrest me
wait a minute, this yo’ n*gga tryna s*x me?
these b*tches ain’t got it in ’em, i put the denim on denim
the show game on russel simmons, i come out cleaner than linen
i rack it up more than tennis, go in they mouth like a denist
hold up, wait, wait a minute, that’s why they think i’m a menace (ha*ha, ha*ha)
[outro: montèupnext & mattela]
name another b*tch that can spit like this
name another b*tch that can get like this
name another b*tch that can sh*t like this (like this)
oop (ahh)

- mattela monteupnext miikael lyrics

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