J.Robb - like.me

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Yeah niggas like me, haters wanna fight me
Yeah these bitches mad cause I came up overnight, B
Yeah I switched it up, I got a .9 cuffed tightly
So you better do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yeah I’m super clean, rock jeans with a white tee
Niggas fucking soft but them niggas wanna bite me
If you had six figures you would be just like me
Yeah these niggas mad cause I’m shining like a light beam
Niggas talking 'bout «Yep!» in they motherfucking throwback
He ain’t real you know that, Muhammad where they sold that
We stepping on these niggas like a motherfucking doormat
When I hit the scene they take pictures, call me Kodak
These ho’s goin crazy, yeah I think they need some prozac
We the hottest thing on the market and you know that
Your bitch chose up an she don’t wanna go back
We stacking big faces cause we still spending all that
When I do it, its something like the Thriller in Manilla man
Known as a killer man, fresh from the dealer man
So So niggas, ain’t no crew iller than
Ten acres of land and I got about a million
Dollars worth of cars in my front yard
I’m from the place in ATL where young niggas sling hard
Ooh I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So it’s only right that I hit you with another one
Remix, we gets busy over here, no sleep
Niggas stay up on their grizzy over here
We young (young), we fly (fly), we gonna stay flashy 'til the day…