Isaiah Rashad, Michael da Vinci - Like That lyrics

Back again and I'm rolling
Got a pack of Swish and a bag of thizz
Like a stash of Swiss and I blow it
Tell my brother "Up to ride"
But them niggas firing up that reggie, man
And can't have them fuck
Niggas in your regime
Suck dick, roll weed on the résumé
Bald head, damn near do everything
She do everything and I like it
Bend that ass over, baby, I'll bite it
Like to role play, be a stripper, baby
I'll tip her, baby, this pimping, baby
Just Rosé and I'm drunker than I should be
I'm fucking too honest but I could be
Another fuck nigga rapping 'bout wrapping
Flipping O's by rap and hip-hop, boy
You could be
I don't believe that shit Nigga
How the fuck you trill?
Nigga, how the fuck you real? Nigga
How the fuck you feel? You don't feel shit
And I feel it in my heart: you a real bitch
You don't steel tip, Texas swanging
Texas slanging, Rikki Blu straight Texas
He'll wreck your paint, I'm the type
To fuck your bitch to the
Record playing, "I'm a fan, mane"
Fuck that, nigga, nigga, you the man, mane
Gotta let a bitch nigga do his damn thang
Even crooked politicians get a campaign
Need Henny, too broke for the champagne
But I still keep it G every damn day
Memorize every word that the fam say
We the House, bitch niggas, to your family
Don't let your bitch 'round me
I'm a girl prey
All I need is good pussy and a place to chill
Couple hundred thousand, gotta pay some bills
Gotta stack for my lil'
Nigga college tuition he fifteen
I'mma have him in the college with bitches
Gotta let the flow age, nigga
Prolly to glisten
I was in the Windy city, nigga, study the ism
Triangle offense, nigga, study the prism
I was just locked up, bitches
Land you in prison, but
Do you like that shit?
Roll up for me baby, light that shit
Oh, you love how I write that shit?
I do it better when you like that shit
Come on

Late nights, these late nights
I pray to God they pay off
For these hard times we done been through
Got me still screaming "Fuck school"
And the police got my shirt
Off sitting in the MC
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling like Rich B-O-Y
Nigga got wings and still can't fly
Throw some D's off on my ride
Throw some D off in your wife
Pussy stay off in my mind but the Pimp C
Little P-A-C riding 'round, can't feel my
Feet, riding 'round, lost my ID
Drunk driving, spilling drink on my seat
Slurring words, bitch, you know me
Cause I'm the nigga, man fuck these niggas
And any bitch rusing for the weed
Bitch, get a gram, put it in the Swisher, man
Or I suppose whatever you get it in
Put it to your lips, get a light
Gon' feel the glam
Tell me that it feel good
Tell me all them lies
Make me feel good, let me, let me
Let me feel real good give you my life
Give you my life if I really could
But I know that I should, follow my steps
Get a little money in the process
9-2 to the fucking death
House what I mothafuckin' rep
Feel me, bitch, feel me
'til my body go down to the depths
To the crevasse of the Earth
The circle of the circle
Roll circuit's of the purple
And the golds stay gleaming
Fuck niggas stay scheming
Fishing hooks in the sky
Young nigga Kareem-ing
Full bucket and a dream
Nigga looking for wishes
Still grab my dick screaming
"Fuck these bitches"
Do you like that shit?
Roll up for me baby, light that shit
Oh, you love how I write that shit?
I do it better when you like that shit
Come on

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Blu From The Grove, Texas
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