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Like This
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Like This è stato pubblicato il 20 dicembre 2018 da E$p come parte dell'album Aquarian
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Data di uscita20 dicembre 2018
EtichettaE$p
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM75

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
E$P Nique
E$P Nique
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique M Oubre
Dominique M Oubre
Songwriter

Testi

Ten, ten, ten
Yeah
Ten, ten, ten
I'm back on deck
I be all up in my bag but don't fuck up my vibe
Ima get it how I live 'cause we living to die
Me and shawty going dumb got a chick on the side
All my brothers down to ride them my dawgs till I die
Nowadays a **** fly until I fall out the sky
Throwing shade up on the sly these **** really be pie
She be talking like a freak but really she shy
They be talking like they gangsta but really they lie
I am not surprised, solid shit that's my design
Solid shit be hard to find, they settle for the fraudulent kind
Beef I'm not that hard to find, hello from the other side
**** want that smoke with me, dumb that **** probably high
I can't go to sleep yet, got yo' woman all in love and we ain't meet yet
Funny how the dopest **** be the rejects
Every-time they see us winning they gon' regret
Dumb ass ****, bumb ass ho's, as I stay on my hustle my knot gon' grow
It's that scandalous game but the game I chose
Boy these streets be on fire my heart be on cold (Yeah)
Oooh like this
**** just be mad 'cause they ain't on no fly shit
Put me in the game 'cause I don't plan to ride bench
Born with not a thing but we all plan to die rich
Oooh like that
Far East **** put the city on my back
Not chasing no money just like chillin on a flat
Hundred times ten we just keeping shit a stack
Hundred times ten, family motherfuck a friend
Bitch I been stackin' up my ends, keep it a thousand to begin
I got bars like Xanax, Percocet, Triple C ho
Only ridin' that way because you chewing on my steeze ho
When she catch this pressure she be rubbing on my sleeze bro
You ain't got no hustle I can't get up in yo sheets ho
Surprised you **** missing all these shots, need to reload
I don't get involved the hustle taught me how to creep low
As I creep slow, pocket rocket creeping through that peep hole
I don't like to talk that rara shit just not my ego
I'ma one up, nah for-real I'ma grind until the sun up
I'm like wassup, I like to mack on a ho that be stuck up
I'm like wassup, everyone around me be a hundred
Ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
Ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
Ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
Oooh like this
**** just be mad because they ain't on no fly shit
Put me in the game because I don't plan to ride bench
Born with not a thing but we all plan to die rich
Oooh like that
Far East **** put the city on my back
Not chasing no money just like chillin on a flat
Hundred times ten we just keeping shit a stack
Oooh like this
Oooh like that
Oooh like this
Aye, hundred times ten, ten ten ten
Ten ten ten, ten ten ten, ten ten ten
Like this
Like that
Written by: Dominique M Oubre
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