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not like me - ​soser lyrics

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[intro]
ahhh
(sele)
ahhh

[verse]
spill lean, now my jeans messed up
wan’ be like me? catch up
and i tote sh*t red, ketchup
no face shot, we neck up
i been tryna sip lean, don’t sip yak
b*tch on her knees and i ain’t hit yet
that’s all i need, get sent back
know her ex n*gga mad i hit that
know her ex n*gga mad that i’m hittin that
just tryna be me, n*gga real rap
if i see that v n*gga, sh*t wraps
and his b*tch ass know i can’t lack
oh my, ass

[verse 2]
askin’ why you lie?
b*tch, i been fried
feel like bonnie and clyde
lil b*tch, so bold huh
b*tch, ion wanna bone, huh
hoe, what you tryna do, yeah
i’m tryn’ make a move, yeah
feel sick, got the flu, uh
i just want ya culo
know you feel used, hoe
i don’t feel used, hoe
i wanna sue, no
hmm
i got them blues, hoe
b*tch, like what you know?
i’m shining like julio
we stuck like glue, yeah
get it like food, woah
don’t want no new hoe
i just want you, yo
[bridge]
said that i know
b*tch, you know that i don’t
if things go wrong, it’s some things i won’t
hit my phone (blue money rubber band gang b*tch!)
she textin’ me come home
totin’ low, bae just watch yo tone

[verse 3]
i get dome, b*tch
then you could go home
let a b*tch know, b*tches still hittin’ my phone
b*tches like you, i know b*tches like you
i just ran right through
i play fair right through
(you not in the band, b*tch!)
this sh*t take time
blowin up, tryna grind
b*tch, are you out ya mind?
b*tch still alone, why you lyin’?
b*tch still goin, won’t cry
i ran up times two, yeah
i’m just tryna shine too
b*tches nun like you
b*tches nun like you
n*ggas nun like me (yo suck my d*ck!)
boy, you know da money blue (blue money!)
she want d*ck, and then she blew
wanna hang, get a noose, n*gga
gen 5, finna beat the sh*t up
she slide, then i’m beatin’ sh*t up
new fye, and it’s heatin’ sh*t up
if i want it, just give that sh*t up
face shot, boy, eat dat sh*t up
b*tch know i ain’t eatin’ her out
inside, we got sticks in the house
12 slidin, put ya stick in the couch
can’t talk wit the d*ck in ya mouth
young n*gga, but i stay in the south
some n*ggas never makin it out
[outro]
(sele)
in reverse
she slide, then i’m beatin’ sh*t up
new fye, and it’s heatin’ sh*t up
if i want it, just give that sh*t up
face shot, boy, eat dat sh*t up
b*tch know i ain’t eatin’ her out
inside, we got sticks in the house
12 slidin, put ya stick in the couch
can’t talk wit the d*ck in ya mouth
young n*gga, but i stay in the south
some n*ggas never makin it out
(sele)

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