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Like Me
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
PnB Rock
PnB Rock
Vocals
Othello Beats
Othello Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Othello Kwaidah
Othello Kwaidah
Composer
Rakim Allen
Rakim Allen
Lyrics
Jake Burdike
Jake Burdike
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Othello Beats
Othello Beats
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skofield
Sage Skofield
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Corey "Cutz" Nutile
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You ain't never met another nigga like me You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one She feelin' me, she say, "You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire" Look, I'm like what's cracking, she like, "Pop, I got a man" I'm like, "Damn, how you know me?", say she got me on the 'Gram I say, "Look, I understand, but baby, I'm the fan 'Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land" She say, "What's that on your face?", and I say, "It's a cold world" Way you biting your lips though got me like, "Oh, girl" Get money and stay aggressive, baby it's your world Martin talking to Gina, baby, you go, girl Who you with? I'm with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers All them scammers and the killers who I hang with Yeah, I taste good, ain't no onions on my sandwich I'm 823 and everybody know I'm sanctioned Why? 'Cause if I shoot, I'ma shoot that, woo and I'ma woo back Yeah, I'm from the Floss, you know the language I put it on the table so that everything is clear Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ear She like, "Send me a text" At the end of the night she was laid up in the bed Lifting up her dress had her bent up over the ledge Kissing on her neck when she went to give me head What's next? Look Let me fuck you, let me suck you, let me eat you, let me hold you Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga supposed to If you ain't know I had the power, let me show you Shark on your plate, we eating dinner at Nobu You ain't never met another nigga like me You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one She said, "Boy you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire" You ain't never met another nigga like me Keep it real, girl, I'm looking for a wifey She feeling me, she say, "Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire" I'ma call you every day at 12 o' clock, "How you doin'?" like Wendy About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi I'ma treat you right as long as you let me Louboutin and Giuseppes, all I do is chase fetti Know I ride with that semi, so let me know when you ready I'ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collecting funds Grabbing on your ass, got a Rollie on my wrist Baby, you could bring a friend, that's when the party begin All them tigers on my collar, ain't always just been Gucci Riding past your block, bumping YFN Lucci You saying talking is cheap, so you know I had to prove it So I make this song so you can add it to your music I'm top tier, yeah, I ain't never kept it Nancy But like Jamie Foxx, I'ma always keep you Fancy Gucci trench, feel like fishing gear Put me on any block, you know I'ma get it there You ain't never met another nigga like me You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one She said, "Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire" You ain't never met another nigga like me Keep it real, girl, I'm looking for a wifey She feeling me, she say, "Boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire" You fire, yeah, yeah You fire, ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Caleb Ely, Jake Burdike, Othello Kwaidah, Daniel Elias Villalba, Rakim Hasheem Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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