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E-40
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Shit Like That
(feat. Spodee & Young Dro)
[Intro]
These hoes on me just like the that's in my arm
Keep playing around I got big old straps I'm yeah armed
Yeah, yeah this shit be crazy, give it to me
[Chorus]
These hoes on me just like the tats in my arm
Keep playing around I got big old straps I'm yeah armed
You chip the ice I got big old rocks in my charge
Yea I'm pulling up with ya bitch don't be alarmed
I got blow shit like that
I got racks shit like
I got lean nigga I pull that pad shit like that
My bitch gone but I'ma get me a bad bitch back
Shit like that
Keep playing around I'ma go a head and run with this sack
Shit like that
[Verse 1]
I got trophies and shit like that
I told max and shit like that
Rolls Royce pull up riding round in them backs shit like that
I'm in the cool as hell I'm the the strip club
I got racks and shit like that
Am bout to stand out and show the bitch how we going a act shit like that
Me and 40 in the back of this Benz we going smash yo friends
Cardias all in my linnea's yea I'm in the Jag with the twins
I got 24's under these motherfucking two seater
All the ice on and I'm riding round yea bitch I got two heaters
I'm a turn up turn up can't even turn thou
I'm a roll up roll up I'ma smoke one now hoe
Fruit juice my car, we shoot like stars
Nigga say you wanna 12, 20's for the bar you drunk
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
50 on my wrist 80 on my neck partner I'm set
Hoes see my saucy ass whipped and they yelling he wet
Got a lot on the boat and shit like that
Told the poor folks put your clear back
I'm a let you shoot the dice and I'm side bitch
Play the field to collect shit like that
From the hillside trout where they spit that crap
Get your chain snatched I can get it back
Hood respect shit like that
I don't wear skinny jeans cause it can't fit my strap
Can't fit my strap, can't fit my strap
But I can flip that pack like an acrobat
And I won't step on it like a doormat
Give me 30 mins and I'll bring more back
My nigga said made her open her leg man I put I bitch on back page
Make me bow down I'm your pen pal
Sock it to my pocket pay the piper bitch
I put I bitch on
Bitch bitch make me rich
Hundred dollars bills when I go shit
Sit on a Chevy with extendo clip switching my lip
On the phone with your bitch bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ugh packets of the meat no fat won't see no cat I ride foreign
I got big old rats from a bitch I met she be horn
I'm from the street baby I'ma eat regardless of what I'm doing
My brother John Terrell Davis I'm a bad dude
Let's go I smoke my nigga I hit that pack
I kill em in the winter hit em in the denim jackets
On next the pin on the kit going catch
Her moms still talking about that ghetto sex
I don't smoke yeah put that back
Hold up the bitch I don't play like that
I'm a player nigga get like that
I'm a boss and that's some shit like that
Molly put that back take too much to get up and get right back
My partner told me not one for me that greed and killa bout to get on X
Holy moly my shit on flex goldy goldy I'm a big old mess
In the Bay before they smokin big old threats
Getting money, hoes and shit like that
[Chorus]
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