LIL WAYNE & JUELZ SANTANA

LIL WAYNE & JUELZ SANTANA - Nigga Like Me lyrics

rate me

(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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