Ooh (MIA JAY C)
Yeah, aw yeah
(I hear you, JAY C)
Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me
F*ck hoes, get money, yeah, that's all that I need
My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean
She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)
If we ain't finna f*ck, I'm finna hang up
Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good
My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup
I chase money, baby, I can't chase ya
Huh, another fifty thousand here, another fifty there
I hate goin' out in public, everybody starin'
I put all of my bitches up in Amiri
I swear to God, I hate niggas, this shit gettin' weird
I see the flyest young nigga when I look in the mirror
If you sayin' f*ck shit, then f*ck you
Say he gave the drop to the opps, don't trust him
Hoes ain't shit, brodie, please don't love 'em
Yeah, I ain't trippin' off no bitch, it is what it is
All these hoes want is money and Birkin
I got way too much money to be hurtin'
They like, "Beezy, don't crash out, it ain't worth it"
But I think it is
Shit, if I had some, I'd put it on my kids
I think you think you mad, I up forty on my wrist
But that ain't shit, Rafael workin' on my kit
More than a hundred thousand
In they hood, niggas nowhere to be found
Bad bitch got a BBL, baby, can you bounce it?
I see the realest nigga when I look up in the mirror
My shooter get the job done, get up out of there
Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me
F*ck hoes, get money, yeah, that's all that I need
My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean
She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)
If we ain't finna f*ck, I'm finna hang up
Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good
My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup
Chase money, baby, I can't chase ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't on me, it's in me
F*ck your camp, nigga
Beezy
Heembeezy - Just Like Me Lyrics
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Ooh (MIA JAY C)
Yeah, aw yeah
(I hear you, JAY C)
Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me
F*ck hoes, get money, yeah, that's all that I need
My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean
She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)
If we ain't finna f*ck, I'm finna hang up
Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good
My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup
I chase money, baby, I can't chase ya
Huh, another fifty thousand here, another fifty there
I hate goin' out in public, everybody starin'
I put all of my bitches up in Amiri
I swear to God, I hate niggas, this shit gettin' weird
I see the flyest young nigga when I look in the mirror
If you sayin' f*ck shit, then f*ck you
Say he gave the drop to the opps, don't trust him
Hoes ain't shit, brodie, please don't love 'em
Yeah, I ain't trippin' off no bitch, it is what it is
All these hoes want is money and Birkin
I got way too much money to be hurtin'
They like, "Beezy, don't crash out, it ain't worth it"
But I think it is
Shit, if I had some, I'd put it on my kids
I think you think you mad, I up forty on my wrist
But that ain't shit, Rafael workin' on my kit
More than a hundred thousand
In they hood, niggas nowhere to be found
Bad bitch got a BBL, baby, can you bounce it?
I see the realest nigga when I look up in the mirror
My shooter get the job done, get up out of there
Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me
F*ck hoes, get money, yeah, that's all that I need
My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean
She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)
If we ain't finna f*ck, I'm finna hang up
Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good
My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup
Chase money, baby, I can't chase ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't on me, it's in me
F*ck your camp, nigga
Beezy
Yeah, aw yeah
(I hear you, JAY C)
Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me
F*ck hoes, get money, yeah, that's all that I need
My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean
She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)
If we ain't finna f*ck, I'm finna hang up
Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good
My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup
I chase money, baby, I can't chase ya
Huh, another fifty thousand here, another fifty there
I hate goin' out in public, everybody starin'
I put all of my bitches up in Amiri
I swear to God, I hate niggas, this shit gettin' weird
I see the flyest young nigga when I look in the mirror
If you sayin' f*ck shit, then f*ck you
Say he gave the drop to the opps, don't trust him
Hoes ain't shit, brodie, please don't love 'em
Yeah, I ain't trippin' off no bitch, it is what it is
All these hoes want is money and Birkin
I got way too much money to be hurtin'
They like, "Beezy, don't crash out, it ain't worth it"
But I think it is
Shit, if I had some, I'd put it on my kids
I think you think you mad, I up forty on my wrist
But that ain't shit, Rafael workin' on my kit
More than a hundred thousand
In they hood, niggas nowhere to be found
Bad bitch got a BBL, baby, can you bounce it?
I see the realest nigga when I look up in the mirror
My shooter get the job done, get up out of there
Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me
F*ck hoes, get money, yeah, that's all that I need
My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean
She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)
If we ain't finna f*ck, I'm finna hang up
Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good
My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup
Chase money, baby, I can't chase ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't on me, it's in me
F*ck your camp, nigga
Beezy
Writer: Jekobe Holloway, Joshua White
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave