Mims - Just Like That lyrics
[Mims - Just Like That lyrics]
Just Like Easy, nigga I'm ruthless
Catch me with yours breezy
Pushing that new whip
Drop top new 6 white on white new kicks
I'm just pimping cross the
World like Ludacris
But niggas in the hood saying
"MIMS done sold out" see me in the club and
They pulling that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the
Same niggas I came with
Same niggas from the hood, niggas I bang with
So shit ain't change different
Hood the same shit
"ain't no half stepping'" on some
Big Daddy kane shit
I walk like hustler pimping hustlers language
We don't know each other 'cause
You hustle is ancient you way too old nigga
I flow like H20 nigga know
Every place you go nigga, I know you
Pumping on that shring that's right
Nigga I own you
Bring the hook in now somethin'
For me to zone to
Just Like that
A nigga blow up and do good now
The hood don't want you back nigga
Just Like that
They see you on the cover of that
"Fortune Five" and catch heart attacks yeah
Just Like That, uh huh uh huh just Like that
You can't go back now
Just Like That, uh huh uh huh just like That
You Can't Go back now
I'm looking for that sunshine but
I ain't lil flipper
Yeah I'm a star but I ain't the lil dipper
Always been bad forever since a
Lil nigga so bitches
Love my swag used to call me lil jigga
Corey sedmonds you need to bring
It to the streets
So now I'm just chilling in the belly
Of the beast waiting for my
Release date, a nigga hungry as hell
But, I be damned if you catch
Me walking for some cheesecake
I be in each state new bitch
On my arm new twenty on
The chain another six on the charm
I'm a don motherfucker kiss the
Ring when you see me
See I do what I do like I do it for TV
I'm too hot
So now it's all eyes on me like 2pac
Riding round on my lap got 2 Glocks
This rap shit done made me crazy
If it ain't about the money
Nigga "Fuck You pay me"
You was never in my class yous a bitch
Thought you was shit now you class dismissed
You story ain't real enough lies
Keep building up you bitchmaid
Homie so for you I keep a switchblade on me
'cause I don't a gun for you ass
I'll give you ass a head start
For I run for you ass
FATBOY I'm watching you put on a act boy
I thought you was my man you
Gone do me like that boy
But, you know what they say
And I'm calling it out
When the pressure cook up
The true colors come out
Vaseline in your ass and a dick in your mouth
Sit back and got the
Industry tricking you out
You're a bitch nigga
Sell you soul or get rich nigga
So I guess it time to
Expose you whole shit nigga
You're truly MIMS, they last soldier
The lesson for today is done class over
Catch me with yours breezy
Pushing that new whip
Drop top new 6 white on white new kicks
I'm just pimping cross the
World like Ludacris
But niggas in the hood saying
"MIMS done sold out" see me in the club and
They pulling that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the
Same niggas I came with
Same niggas from the hood, niggas I bang with
So shit ain't change different
Hood the same shit
"ain't no half stepping'" on some
Big Daddy kane shit
I walk like hustler pimping hustlers language
We don't know each other 'cause
You hustle is ancient you way too old nigga
I flow like H20 nigga know
Every place you go nigga, I know you
Pumping on that shring that's right
Nigga I own you
Bring the hook in now somethin'
For me to zone to
Just Like that
A nigga blow up and do good now
The hood don't want you back nigga
Just Like that
They see you on the cover of that
"Fortune Five" and catch heart attacks yeah
Just Like That, uh huh uh huh just Like that
You can't go back now
Just Like That, uh huh uh huh just like That
You Can't Go back now
I'm looking for that sunshine but
I ain't lil flipper
Yeah I'm a star but I ain't the lil dipper
Always been bad forever since a
Lil nigga so bitches
Love my swag used to call me lil jigga
Corey sedmonds you need to bring
It to the streets
So now I'm just chilling in the belly
Of the beast waiting for my
Release date, a nigga hungry as hell
But, I be damned if you catch
Me walking for some cheesecake
I be in each state new bitch
On my arm new twenty on
The chain another six on the charm
I'm a don motherfucker kiss the
Ring when you see me
See I do what I do like I do it for TV
I'm too hot
So now it's all eyes on me like 2pac
Riding round on my lap got 2 Glocks
This rap shit done made me crazy
If it ain't about the money
Nigga "Fuck You pay me"
You was never in my class yous a bitch
Thought you was shit now you class dismissed
You story ain't real enough lies
Keep building up you bitchmaid
Homie so for you I keep a switchblade on me
'cause I don't a gun for you ass
I'll give you ass a head start
For I run for you ass
FATBOY I'm watching you put on a act boy
I thought you was my man you
Gone do me like that boy
But, you know what they say
And I'm calling it out
When the pressure cook up
The true colors come out
Vaseline in your ass and a dick in your mouth
Sit back and got the
Industry tricking you out
You're a bitch nigga
Sell you soul or get rich nigga
So I guess it time to
Expose you whole shit nigga
You're truly MIMS, they last soldier
The lesson for today is done class over