Testo Like That - Reeko Squeeze feat. AJ Tracey
Testo della canzone Like That (Reeko Squeeze feat. AJ Tracey), tratta dall'album Str8 Authentic
Why so serious?
Bare bitch boys on their periods
Even back then I was licking them crack heads
Rolling round with mad pebs
Picking up big yutes for a mad zed
I don't love this shit
Smoke on me, I buss off quick
I always got bro, I don't care what you did
I'm on a back road in top speed
Sometimes I wear glasses, gotta disguise from undies
Them feds just bastards tryna find bare shit on me
They know every other day I had it on me
PT's from Cuntz to Lewi to Bromley
Jarring and that, I just wanna plant and get a pack
I just lost a pack of each and I'm out here tryna get it back
This ain't just rap, get stones get em wrapped
She be phoning my phone, she be moving like a cat
Dead weed bring it back, I'm old school that's a fact
And if you wanna run up on me, make sure I can't come back
She like me cause I'm black, I like her cause her back
Her face ain't that, but she fully on track
Don't start it's not that
I'm bredrin's cuh I'm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain't got to talk bout that
Stuff come in like a rack
And you're taking pics of the rack
Showing off with your stack
You ain't gonna get gyal like that
Don't start it's not that
I'm bredrin's cuh I'm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain't got to talk bout that
Stuff come in like a rack
And you're taking pics of the rack
Showing off with your stack
You ain't gonna get gyal like that
I abide by the G code
In the trap, no feets, no Tivo
Got bits in me just like Stevo
I don't want no more Loubs, I want kilos
Man better watch for their Cartis
Trap mash, had to skip couple parties
Did road just me and my dargies
Did mash just me and my rarchies
Dem yutes there way too chatty
And my yutes dem way too scatty
That boy chat wild and aggy
Till he got himself bun like a patty
Saw him in the midfield like Verratti
I pulled up and I jumped out the cabby
I had to put a fuck nigga on his batty
He weren't man, then he chat like a yatty
Yeah, now I get a bag for a booking
My little G got bagged for a jooking
See his big bro's out here cooking
Brudda brudda cut a man, I gotta keep looking
In the dance with the peng, you can smell me
And the peng white ting looking healthy
With my gunners in the back like Koscielny
If you need it in the west you can bell me
My G's do works not rap
Man drill man down with a mash
Peng gyal like an app, got tapped
Big back for a back, looking fat man clap
Big strains for the jakes I'm black
Dashine them boys just dash
Snapchat, pops off bare yats
Stack big man, shoebox fat
Don't start it's not that
I'm bredrin's cuh I'm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain't got to talk bout that
Stuff come in like a rack
And you're taking pics of the rack
Showing off with your stack
You ain't gonna get gyal like that
Don't start it's not that
I'm bredrin's cuh I'm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain't got to talk bout that
Stuff come in like a rack
And you're taking pics of the rack
Showing off with your stack
You ain't gonna get gyal like that
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Writer(s): Paul Simon, Kasseem Dean, Ralph Bailey, Kenneth Williams, Malik Deshawn Cox, Rudolph Clark
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