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metta world - get like me كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
blue yankee fitted, get like me
azgs on the feet, get like me
off the lot new v, get like me
i’m tryin’ to tell these n-ggas, get like me
bag shawty no game, get like me
all eyes on the chain, get like me
so fresh, so clean, get like me
i’ma tryina tell you man, get like me

[verse 1: jim jones]
talkin’ ’bout cash, don’t lease
pockets like it’s fat, obese
watch all flooded, rocking no piece
this is vampire life, we don’t sleep
just hash, no keef
i smoke big blunts, need the whole leaf (khalifa, what up)
i buy big cars, need the whole street
5 cars, n-ggas 4 deep
one hot car with goons all in cold heat
i’m a porsche 2 n-gga, a whole freak
you might think she had no t–th
you can hear her scream papi, going so deep
porsche panamera with the 4 seats
we at the staples center on the floor seats
as i tap my n-gga ron ron
sit back laughing, high off the chron chron

[verse 2: metta world]
what up jones, you know it’s dipset
i’m reppin’ hard, where my dipset chain, kid
i be in harlem like the bartendaz
doing pull ups on the bar, all the broads gettin’
catch me in the city with the mets fitted
certified vest and the whips kidded
hat low, jeans loose fittin’
lil’ saggy, lil’ baggy, new york ain’t trippin’
ny dna, blowing orange blood, knicks all day
what, yeah, that’s how we do it
red bricks, steel fences, still loosin’
they call me styles p, never change, won’t do it
matter fact, can’t do it
i guess i’m stuck in my ways
like i’m stuck on the a train

[hook]

[verse 3: deacon]
new york city ’til the death of me
i’m from the bridge where we cookin’ up the recipe
so tough, knock ’em out, get ’em buried, g
then blow a dub, yeah the kush, that’s the recipe
with challace and jones, we blow it by the p
me and world peace, lockin’ up the d-mn streets
real n-gga, get ’em gone with the liquor scene
now they slippin’ point blank, get the picture g

[verse 4: foul monday]
cut the mike, acapella on them n-ggas
squad up, i got a real team full of k!llers
i ride for my n-ggas
while these n-ggas steady snitchin’
i’mma die for my n-ggas, get like me
blue yankee fitted, real queensbridge
got nothing but the realest, i’m a real queens kid
i’m air forced out, i’m real, no dealt
i’m runnin with the team, amg and we out

[verse 5: challace]
8’s on the low low, 20s i believe
40 on a neckpiece, 30 on the sleeve
drinkin’ little reckless, burn a couple trees
spittin’ hennesy out the sunroof of limousines
this is monday baby and i’m not a star
i’m as loud as my sour when it’s out the jar
i seduce these b-tches without an ounce of fraud
so they leave with they mind right and they body sore
i’m waking up to smell of money blowing
pay no mind of what them other suckers doin’
n-ggas stuck up in they sad lives
sad faces, alisha, the sad cry
n-ggas, tell me what your life like
mines’ is celebration every night
and i sit back and laugh at you n-ggas that’s looking’ tight
so my advice is end your f-cking miserable life
or get like me

[hook]

- metta world

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