Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana

Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana - Nigga Like Me lyrics

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(feat. Currency & Bezel) [Currency:] Yo here's a lil sometin bout a nigga like me Currency should of neva learn bout how to click the key Or how to grip a glock come through control da block Throw ur Bentley off a cliff and call it da Bentley drop These boys can't stop the well dressed maaan No im not enrolled in school but I am a fresh man And all my homies not getting married but im the best man These niggaz mite not understand I guess I gotta stop pitchin fast throw it wit my underhand Yeaa … tryin a make center to da rucker maannn Me and weezy comin wit dem burners in our hand U wanna jam like smuckaz and (shyt) The difference between us and young honey Is our jacket chinchilla they shyt straight bunny Fuck bitches young money And slitches on my switch four I slick from me [LiL' Wayne:] I tell em' da bitch ride da dick like a new Honda Wit da cops behind her im kinda Sorta watcha calla' Superstar now some on tryin fuck some superstars mouth Straight up and the guns come wit the money And the work come with the luggage Fuck it These niggaz talking big wit a rapper budget I get paid off rappers buddy And I aint fuckin wit da rat pack I pull up as any day wit some tap tap And that's that Im the wildest from the the wolfpack Back back U aint notin but a snack pack And when u runnin don't look back cuz im be coming out dat back pack clap clap and rrrat rrrat yaa young weeza money over bitches reporting to u motherfuckers live from da kitchen [Juelz Santana:] hahaha a man wayne dey gone be mad at dys I mean see niggaz already hate u and hate what u do Niggaz already hate me and hate what I do Them niggaz gotta hate wat we do CLS Five hundred AMG kit Know the haters be sick when I drive through Ride through two miles an hour So everybody sees me Bumpin that Carter 2 my nigga weezy Whoo F baby F U Pay me I hustle… cops come I tell em F U Jay see Catch me if you can Im the gingerbread man In the V8 all white sedan Im too cool Inside butter yea tan in da seat Same color as da sand in da beach Im too cool And my money come in boot coozoo So screw u broke dudes who hate me cuz im too cool And u kno I keep da piece on me My gun speaks it own language like E-40 see shorty Da piece pop ya your scream poppa Too late your brains already beachcabla [Bezel:] Da Nigga bezel da pretty drop U can tell dat im pretty hot Masta of da swagga (yes) Hell of a diddy bop Fresh of da scale Den I sell it on any block Move from 12 ..12 Then I step on dem cindablocks Im getting guack ..they give me chips I give em rocks Gorilla clip..they give me lip I give em shots The mac on my lap I rat it to tat And blow rounds that's how I go round Matta a fact I blow pounds Clappin da gat ..Gassin da lack I slow down the rats protect

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