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Like It's '88
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Like It's '88 was released on April 9, 2013 by HomeSkool as a part of the album Like It's '88 - Single
April 9, 2013
LabelHomeSkool
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Huh?
Yeah-yeah
What
Ride through the city like I'm moving weight
Like it's 88, real **** they relate
Yo, fix your face, boy
Huh?
These **** ain't shit, and these hoes ain't either
You lying to the people like a mothafucking preacher
Everybody know that I'm buzzing like a beeper
Hot 97 had me jumping out of y'all speakers
Time is money, boy I'll see ya when I see ya
I charge you by the hand like a damn palm reader
I'm something like a pimp, you can call me Goldie
24K, I be balling like I'm Kobe
Everybody talk shit 'till you sock 'em like McFoley
If you looking for me, I'll be on the block like a goalie
Couple young'uns on me and they want you to trip
So it's off with your head if they come off of the hip
It's that real
I'm one of the mil', you run of the mill
You standing next to greatness, playboy how it feel?
Hand up her skirt, another hand on the wheel
Won't stop until I get a hundred mil', what's the deal? Huh
Riding through the city like it's 88
Like we moving weight, real **** they relate
Yo, fix your face, boy
We 'bout to get this cake, boy
Riding through the city like it's 88
Like we moving weight, real **** they relate
Yo, fix your face, boy
We 'bout to get this cake, boy
They go watch, make the hoes flock
I be in them bad blocks looking out for matlock
I got the city on padlock
The world is mine
In my Calvin Kleins feeling like Calvin Klein
Hoe, what a feeling
Money to the ceiling
The illest from my hood, **** think I'm drug dealing
I need that money rapido, they vomit when I approach
There's dope in every quote, when I spit, they overdose, ill!
Check the pockets, it's filled with big bills
Small faces take care of them small cases, no appeal
Suicidal, diamond slits in the wrist
It ain't a thing, I snap my fingers, then it's off with your bitch
Don't trip
They hating on me every chance they get
What, you mad lil ****? You ain't under the pit?
You a Yorkie, I'm a Pit', man, we just don't mix
You fuck around and you gon' get fixed, huh?
Riding through the city like it's 88
Like we moving weight, real **** they relate
Yo, fix your face, boy
We 'bout to get this cake, boy
Riding through the city like it's 88
Like we moving weight, real **** they relate
Yo, fix your face, boy
We 'bout to get this cake, boy
Written by: Justin Rose
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