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Like What (Freestyle) - Sped Up
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Ayo, let me put some gas in this motherfuckin' year, bitch
I ain't really talk my shit in a minute, like
Who the fuck these bitches really think they talkin' to?
Like, bitch, is you fuckin' dumb?
Classy and a cunt (And a cunt)
Glock set, money gettin' spun (Gettin' spun)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (Uh-uh)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, "Yes" (Yes)
Bitch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain't even gotta stress
Any L that I took come after YS, oh, man (Oh, man)
Baby, here we go again (Go again)
Pussy real fat, probably got a double chin
First that bitch hate me, then this bitch hate me
And somehow they link up and they become friends
Like, how? Bitch, pipe down (Pipe down)
Mood board, all y'all imitating my style
Bad bitch, red lips, let me show you
White toes, eating yellowtail at Nobu
Uh, keep a hater obsessed
In my comments havin' a dick suckin' contest (Contest)
I'm pressure, y'all pressed (Y'all pressed)
Y'all don't get addressed, y'all just gettin' outdressed, look (Woo)
It's a look when I'm hoppin' out the V (Vroom)
Red wig hangin' down to my knees (To my knees)
It's your birthday, but they talkin' 'bout me ('Bout me)
Why you mad? Take a picture, say, "Cheese" (Say, "Cheese")
You dumb, you slow, you wildin' (You wildin')
Got your first pair of Ricks, now you stylin' (You stylin')
Everything you got a high five, use it for
I put it on the 'Gram 'fore it even hit the store, look
Classy and a cunt (And a cunt)
Glock set, money gettin' spun (Gettin' spun)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (Uh-uh)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, "Yes" (Yes)
Bitch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain't even gotta stress
Any L that I took come after YS, oh, man
I know y'all bitches be horsin' (Horsin')
Lookin' this good is really exhaustin' (Exhaustin')
Diamonds hit, stone cold, Steve Austin
Just got my laser, pussy smooth like a dolphin (Ah)
Top-notch bitch, get the most, not the lesser (Uh)
Bitches look big like third trimester (Yeah)
Every time I post, these bitches get stresser
Y'all be puttin' on shit I'll never
Bitches be hatin' on the low, I peep it
If I say anything mean, I mean it
I ain't never lost no nigga, I ain't need it
I'm rich, I ain't gettin' in no pool that's not heated (Uh-uh)
Big ass yacht and I'm havin' sex on it
Life so trash, think I put a hex on it
Bitches be laughin' like, "Ho, what's funny?"
They braggin' on a nigga that be dyin' to fuck me (Fuck me)
Classy and a cunt (And a cunt)
Glock set, money gettin' spun (Gettin' spun)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (Uh-uh)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, "Yes" (Yes)
Bitch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain't even gotta stress
Any L that I took come after YS, oh, man
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