I Like You

(La música de Harry Fraud)

I was dipping down the block, my tires were shot

Glanced in my rear view, pretty girls behind me

I stopped by the store, had to grab me some condoms

Got a bitch named Stacy and a bro named Myron

It's a nice ass day, I might ride my bike

I gotta stay strong 'cause this life is trife

Getting money, laying low, dodging the vice

I'm sipping on Perrier, watching the fight

I'm keeping it P, 'cause it's all I know

Had to triple up my pockets and big up my goals

I used to have a girl that lived in Glen Cove

She grew up on Mac Dre and stayed ten toes

She always kept a **** wood rolled

She had a good trick, he brought her a Range Rover

My life is everything I spit

I just ran through a hunnid ball, ****, last week

She tell me that she want the truth

Show me what you made of

I really wanna fuck with you

Girl, let's get this paper

Now, say, bitch

I'm tryna rock with you

Say, girl

Girl, let's get this paper

Don't play games with me, if you ready, then show me

You's a bad ass bitch, and I know that you know

But I'm the flyest **** walking, so that's nothing to me

She came with a sixty, a smooth little fee

I'm riding in my old school thinking

I hit that fish with that bitch, now we chiefing

Now, we back to the motherfuckin' tug spot

And all I'm thinking 'bout is getting bug sucked

I really can't complain 'cause life is cool

Be patient, let it do what it do

And don't let life bring you down

Harry Fraud on the sound, so I'm 'bout to paint the town

You know I gotta keep shit groovy

If that bitch capped off, then I keep shit moving

Booming, everything's for sale

And if I say I'm gon' do it, bitch, then I will

(Sock it to me)

She tell me that she want the truth

Show me what you made of

I really wanna fuck with you

Girl, let's get this paper

Say, bitch

I'm tryna rock with you

Say, girl

Girl, let's get this paper

You doing good, baby

Keep going

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