jugg harden - i like كلمات أغنية
[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n_ggas)
yeah
[verse 1]
i was down ten thousand, that was up to you
when it’s time, car shots, it ain’t up to you
five thousand for a ‘fit, i’m so comfortable
i might hit a fan, but i ain’t cuffin’ you
scared of what? do them n_ggas look tough to you?
my b_tch like money, she ain’t f_ckin’ you
if the opps get the ups, then i’m huntin’ you
got the head, put your clothes on, i ain’t f_ckin’ you
you was actin’ tough in the club, now we stompin’ you
talkin’ all that bad b_tch sh_t, i could purchase you
hallucinatin’, saw a dead opp, that’s what perkies do
b_tch sayin’ i’m a big kid, all i sip is juice
my b_tch only like me, she really hate n_ggas
we might hit the same b_tch, but it’s a pape’ difference
i call the choppеr rj ’cause it stay trippin’
i got a pet peeve, brokе n_ggas, fake b_tches
[chorus]
i like bad b_tches ’cause they like me
she said, “is you rich?” b_tch, i might be
if i take this perc’, it’s gon’ bite me
she said, “low_key, you lit,” naw, that’s high_key
i spent seventeen hundred on some nikes
you ain’t hip, this ain’t no ordinary white tee
i like bad b_tches ’cause they like me
if i bring that sh_t out, they gon’ indict me
[verse 2]
d_ck suckin’, hoes know that i got big money
real n_gga, real n_gga, can’t take sh_t from me
pay her tab, what she want? i’m her rich homie
good with cuz and blood, got four_nick on me
i was on the road hot, i ain’t had no license
chopper ship a n_gga to heaven, he got expedited
bro a rule breaker, not a law abider
pop a n_gga and forget, he got all_timers
not est, but we all shiners
show me a bad b_tch, bet my n_ggas by her
yeah, it’s stepped on, but it’s still fire
caught him thinkin’ with his d_ck like he quagmire
miami in the winter, got it feelin’ like the summer
lil’ bro confused, he in the field with a jumper
you can get the email, you can’t get the number
if i pick you, you a lucky motherf_cker
[chorus]
i like bad b_tches ’cause they like me
she said, “is you rich?” b_tch, i might be
if i take this perc’, it’s gon’ bite me
she said, “low_key, you lit,” naw, that’s high_key
i spent seventeen hundred on some nikes
you ain’t hip, this ain’t no ordinary white tee
i like bad b_tches ’cause they like me
if i bring that sh_t out, they gon’ indict me
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