Like That
Ty Dolla $ign, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Yo Gotti
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No-no, no-no No-no, no-no No-no, no-no (RockBoyBeats) No-no, no-no (that nigga Ladd got the truth) Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you You let me f*ck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable And then I get another bag for her F*ck a bag, bae, let's get a bag, bae We get money, we ain't trippin' on what the tag say One got the Rolls truck, you got the mansion Wraith You ain't wanna have a threesome, you wanted to play it safe Now you a big ol', big ol' freak, comin' out your body 'Long as I got you and you got me, we don't need nobody I ain't gon' lie like I'm just perfect, go buy you some purses Cover up the pain when I know you out here hurtin' I'm just tryna fast for what you past, but you make a couple memories F*ck you with no rubber, make a couple mini-mes Turnt your ex to a hater, make him envy me You know I'm locked in these streets 'til they sentence me Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you You let me f*ck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable And then I get another bag for her No-no, no-no I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that No-no, no-no I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that F*ck being mad, I'd rather blow a bag She say he cheated, broke her heart, she wanna pay him back You gotta think beyond the surface, you gotta protect the brand Every queen got a purpose, you thinking like you worthless F*ck the purses and gifts Cars and the crib without the D's and slips Is it really yours, is it really yours? I can hear it in your voice, that pussy moist I know you think that you don't got a choice If you want a real nigga the choice is yours The money yours, new Porsche Saint Laurent, Fendi, and Christian Dior Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you You let me f*ck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable And then I get another bag for her I bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you I fucked you with your friends 'cause you told me we was cool like that Spent the bag, made you comfortable Baby, I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that No-no, no-no I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that No-no, no-no I could tell you don't f*ck with real niggas like that
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Written by: Artist J Dubose, Brian Dimetreis Pickens, Mario Mims, Mark A Hudson, Tyrone William Jr Griffin
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