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lirik lagu like you – mistarogers

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[intro]
money hungry
bm, bm, bm nation

[pre*chorus: e*40]
get a real one in your world

[chorus: ty dolla $ign, mista rogers, & both]
you ain’t scared, girl (scared girl)
go head, girl (go head, girl)
you a boss too (ooh yeah)
i need a b*tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b*tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b*tch like you

[verse 1: mista rogers]
i know you with it and you know it too
so we can quit playin’, what you tryna do? (tryna do)
let’s get acquainted on a late night (late night)
and if they ain’t hatin’, then it ain’t right (ain’t right)
i’m just tryna f*ck, no date night (date night)
never go dutch, b*tch, the bank right (bank right)
we ain’t gotta rush, hit it all night (all night)
knock the p*ssy out like a hard right (like a hard right)
beat it up, beat it up, and i ain’t fakin’
she say the d*ck good, but she can’t take it (what?)
i only f*ck with bad b*tches, no basics
b*tt naked with the margielas, no laces (no laces)
she tryna hit the bay, never been before
she like the song where they shake it like a rednose (like a rednose)
she said, “you seem cool, mind i do a little blow?”
i said, “girl, that’s all you, all i do is smoke”
[pre*chorus: e*40]
get a real one in your world

[chorus: ty dolla $ign, mista rogers, & both]
you ain’t scared, girl (scared girl)
go head, girl (go head, girl)
you a boss too (ooh yeah)
i need a b*tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b*tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b*tch like you

[verse 2: mista rogers]
i be on that fly sh*t you like though
might do dinner for two, the type of maestros
then catch the homies at the club, start a light show (true)
might go to vegas with the players, catch a flight though
just know, all of this ballin’ come with a price though
who you think the homies be callin’ when sh*t get tight though?
alright bro, ain’t a d*mn thing changed
still up in this b*tch and i’m spillin’ champagne (spillin’ champagne)
d*mn, i’m glad you understand (glad you understand)
so maybe me and you can get together, make some plans
we started in the hills, then we ended up in sams
i started with a shot, then a bottle in my hand
hot d*mn, i done blew a couple bands
and b*tches all on me, ’cause they thinkin’ i’m the man
hot d*mn, i done blew a couple bands
now b*tches all on me, ’cause they thinkin’ i’m the man
[interlude: mista rogers]
what can i say, b*tches love me
i be in the club poppin’ bubbly
they don’t flex, n0body else above me
i’m tryna tell you, boy, these b*tches love me
what can i say, b*tches love me
i be in the club poppin’ bubbly
they don’t flex, n0body else above me
i’m tryna tell you, boy, these b*tches love me

[pre*chorus: e*40]
get a real one in your world

[chorus: ty dolla $ign, mista rogers, & both]
you ain’t scared, girl (scared girl)
go head, girl (go head, girl)
you a boss too (ooh yeah)
i need a b*tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b*tch like you
i know you with it, i, i
i need a b*tch like you

[outro: ty dolla $ign]
yeah, yeah

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