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like that (ft. jackel) - the moist crew lyrics

[verse 1: lord macintosh]
i like doing drugs because i like that
alabama f-cked my sister, yeah we like that
every line, ends with like that
stalking instas ’til 3am, oh sh-t f-ck, i like that
mom stole my juul, yeah i hate that
too much milk for my cereal, yeah i hate that
p–p in the water, splashes back, yeah i hate that
spondylolisthesis, yeah i hate that
busch’s best barbecue baked beans, yeah i like that
bananas are slimy yellow d-cks, yeah i hate that
boys bustin’ on me and bibba, yeah i hate that
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, yeah i like that

[verse 2: jackel]
shaking milfs like a refresher, yeah i like that
i like drugs, yeah like weed, yeah i like that
black bread sucks, white bread, yeah i like that
gluten free kush, bennett’s bush, yeah i like that
inferno dragon, royal giant, yeah i hate that
n——, n——, n——, n——, n——, yeah i hate that
rip off a cart, yeah, yeah, i hate that
i hate nic, yeah i hate that

[verse 3: kossy7x]
i like doing drugs because i like that
it’s just a phase mom, please give me my juul back
i can stop whenever i want, this isn’t funny
i like doing nic because it makes me feel funny
mom please don’t take my mango juul pod again
i’m not addicted stop calling me a hooligan
bong rips, acid trips, taking rips off dab pens
i like my bongs with no weed, only stems
dab pen, dab pen, got the sour diesel
4 volts or no volts, my cart needs a refill
sippin’ on odwalla, downin’ straight vodka
screamin alluh akbar, smokin’ marijuana, aye!

[verse 4: jperq]
ride around town with mic bag
like that, motherf-cker santa got a nice sack
mike jack, with the dance moves, yeah i like that
got a jeep, barely run, f-ck it i still like that
f-ck a girly barely over 12, yeah i hate that
flyin’ down the streets, f-ck 12, yeah i hate that
paid to count bands in the back, yeah i like that
cookin’ h-lla patties with my -ss, yeah i like that
uh
jackel with the gl-ss, hol up
solly hit ya with the br-ss, hol up
acid five gon’ get the bag, hol up
you can always hear when the mags roll up

[outro: kossy7x]
ooh! you might have to extend the beat, unless you just wanna have it cut-

- the moist crew lyrics

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