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NOT - Like Me Lyrics



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[ Featuring iann dior ]

(Ayy)
Yeah, ayy
Like this, like that, yeah

Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (huh?)
Tryna take my juice (yeah), tryna take my steez (ayy)
Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)

Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (yeah)
You my baby girl but you not main-squeeze (ayy)
Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze (huh?)
Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams
F*ck a bitch then I dip out of your piece (piece)
Three shots to the back, give me five rings
Gotta get the work so I pull up big-body (big-body)
Pull up in a foreign, I ain't talkin' Maserati (yeah, skrrt, vroom)
Pull up in a 'Rari (ayy)
I be eatin' good, I be eatin' calamari (ayy)
I might break her bone, call me f*ckin' Jeff Hardy (yeah)
Two wheels, one seat, butter up a Harley

She knows what I need, ridin' around as I please (huh?)
F*ckin' everything up until I can't see (I can't see)

Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (huh?)
Tryna take my juice (yeah), tryna take my steez (ayy)
Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, get like me
Suicide doors and the inside cream
Like, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (woo), high speed
I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need the keys (yeah)
I'ma pay cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease
Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beat-up (uh)
I'ma hit her one time, you know I ain't tryna keep her (uh)
And I know that they be plottin' so I'm walkin' with a nina (uh)
Okay, girl, won't you put on a show for me?
I'm lovin' the way that she throwin' it back on me
She get the pat-down (pat-down)
Try to bring it up, baby, bring it back down (down)
Swingin' 'round, baby, throw it in circles (circles)
All these racks got her jumpin' like a hurdle (yeah), like a hurdle

Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (huh?)
Tryna take my juice (yeah), tryna take my steez (ayy)
Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)
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(Ayy)
Yeah, ayy
Like this, like that, yeah

Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (huh?)
Tryna take my juice (yeah), tryna take my steez (ayy)
Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)

Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (yeah)
You my baby girl but you not main-squeeze (ayy)
Clips for the stick and I might just squeeze (huh?)
Glocks with the scope with the infrared beams
F*ck a bitch then I dip out of your piece (piece)
Three shots to the back, give me five rings
Gotta get the work so I pull up big-body (big-body)
Pull up in a foreign, I ain't talkin' Maserati (yeah, skrrt, vroom)
Pull up in a 'Rari (ayy)
I be eatin' good, I be eatin' calamari (ayy)
I might break her bone, call me f*ckin' Jeff Hardy (yeah)
Two wheels, one seat, butter up a Harley

She knows what I need, ridin' around as I please (huh?)
F*ckin' everything up until I can't see (I can't see)

Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (huh?)
Tryna take my juice (yeah), tryna take my steez (ayy)
Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, get like me
Suicide doors and the inside cream
Like, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (woo), high speed
I'ma hit the gas, I don't even need the keys (yeah)
I'ma pay cash, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lease
Like a pair of dirty sneakers, yeah, I know that she a beat-up (uh)
I'ma hit her one time, you know I ain't tryna keep her (uh)
And I know that they be plottin' so I'm walkin' with a nina (uh)
Okay, girl, won't you put on a show for me?
I'm lovin' the way that she throwin' it back on me
She get the pat-down (pat-down)
Try to bring it up, baby, bring it back down (down)
Swingin' 'round, baby, throw it in circles (circles)
All these racks got her jumpin' like a hurdle (yeah), like a hurdle

Like this, like that
Everybody tryna be like me (huh?)
Tryna take my juice (yeah), tryna take my steez (ayy)
Everywhere I go, I'ma stay on my Q's and P's (yeah)
Everybody tryna be just like me (why?)
Chopper on my side and I might let it sing (huh?)
Whoa, that's my queen (yeah)
Bullet hit your dome with a lil' earring (brr)
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Writer: Edy Edouard, Gregory Andrash Sekeres, Levi De Jong, Marvin Jordan, Michael Ian Olmo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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