Mari G - I like Lyrics

Mhm
Why it feel like my shit- why it feel like my shit not on but it is
Maybe you gotta fix that shit in the umm
Why it feel like my shot-
Why it feel like my shit not on but it is on
Yea
Yea
Yea you got it foe you got it
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Before she step outside make sure she get her nails did (yeah)
I like when she get my initial on her nail bed (awe yeah)
And I like how she rock that purse she a Chanel head (she is)
And how she throw it I might catch it like Odell did (I am)
Say she a five star bitch I think that's well said
Other hoes out here tryna copy and paste and that shit real sad
And you put shit all on yo plate I know you real fed
Mhm
Gotta put these hoes up on yo meal plan
I heard you was tryna hop inna streets well you better sign that waiver(better sign that waiver)
This life bout death and jail so lil nigga you better find that paper (better find that money)
Clipping shit like a barber when they drive by they ah give him a line no taper(mhm)
Then it's back to the block they gone look at the news who died we ah find out later(uh huh)
She gave me the wheel now she tryna figure out why I be driving her crazy(why I be)
This life so f*cked up everybody out here dying iah have me a baby(have me ah baby)
I got stuck with this rap shit now I think this shit the way out that nobody paved me(uh huh)
Outside late night five deep in a Nissan nobody coming to save me(nobody coming to save me)
You was tryna get niggas to be on yo roster shorty I know yo game(know yo game)
And I can respect it at least you got it but I can't go that way(go that way)
They slide with dread heads out that window and they look like lil Wayne (uh huh)
Bounce out with drac and chop(awe yeah)
Let that shit off it dump for ah hour that shit like Michael Bay
Why would I give a f*ck bout a hater(why would I)
She gone pick up whatever she like we don't care bout the price we gone look at it later(it's whatever)
I could be a father to some of these niggas I show my face Darth Vader(I could)
And I'm finna whoop these niggas
F*ck that belt ima get my saber
In the trenches we duck silver bracelets this shit ain't pandora (hell Nawl)
I'm from where they like giving breakfast at 7 am selling grits on the corner(awe yeah)
I couldn't even tell you a secret back in the class you was an informer
They catch you lacking doubt they know what happened leave that to the coroner (to the coroner)
Mhm(mhm)
I wonder why it ah take me to die just for you to listen
I'm always talking bout I got anxiety need you to hear me(need you to hear me)
I always thought I was on my grind like what am I missing(what am I missing)
My moma don't like when I keep all them niggas around me she think they ah kill me
Before she step outside make sure she get her nails did
I like when she get my initial on her nail bed
And I like how she rock that purse she a Chanel head
And how she throw it I might catch it like Odell did
Say she a five star bitch I think that's well said
Other hoes out here tryna copy and paste and that shit real sad
And you put shit all on yo plate I know you real fed
Mhm
Gotta put these hoes up on yo meal plan
Mhm
(Chanel head)
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