MistaRogers, Ty Dolla $ign - Like You lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[MistaRogers, Ty Dolla $ign - Like You lyrics]
B-B-B-BM nation
Get a real one in your world
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it and you know it too
So we can quit playin', what you tryna do?
(Tryna do)
Let's get acquainted on a late night
(Late night)
And if they ain't hatin', then it ain't right
(Ain't right)
I'm just tryna fuck, no date night
(Date night)
Never go dutch, bitch, the bank right
(Bank right)
We ain't gotta rush, hit it all night
(All night)
Knock the pussy out like a hard right
(Like a hard right)
Beat it up, beat it up, and I ain't fakin'
She say the dick good, but she can't take it
(What?)
I only fuck with bad bitches, no basics
Butt naked with the Margielas, no laces
(No laces)
She tryna hit The Bay, never been before
She like the song where they
Shake it like a rednose (Like a rednose)
She said, "you seem cool
Mind I do a little blow?"
I said, "girl, that's all you
All I do is smoke"
Get a real one in your world
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I be on that fly shit you like though
Might do dinner for two, the type of Maestros
Then catch the homies at the club
Start a light show (True)
Might go to Vegas with the players
Catch a flight though just know
All of this ballin' come with a price though
Who you think the homies be callin'
When shit get tight though?
Alright bro, ain't a damn thing changed
Still up in this bitch
And I'm spillin' champagne
(Spillin' champagne)
Damn, I'm glad you understand
(Glad you understand)
So maybe me and you can get together
Make some plans we started in the Hills
Then we ended up in Sams
I started with a shot
Then a bottle in my hand
Hot damn, I done blew a couple bands
And bitches all on me
'cause they thinkin' I'm the man
Hot damn, I done blew a couple bands
Now bitches all on me
'cause they thinkin' I'm the man
What can I say, bitches love me
I be in the club poppin' bubbly
They don't flex, nobody else above me
I'm tryna tell you, boy
These bitches love me
What can I say, bitches love me
I be in the club poppin' bubbly
They don't flex, nobody else above me
I'm tryna tell you, boy
These bitches love me
Get a real one in your world
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
Get a real one in your world
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it and you know it too
So we can quit playin', what you tryna do?
(Tryna do)
Let's get acquainted on a late night
(Late night)
And if they ain't hatin', then it ain't right
(Ain't right)
I'm just tryna fuck, no date night
(Date night)
Never go dutch, bitch, the bank right
(Bank right)
We ain't gotta rush, hit it all night
(All night)
Knock the pussy out like a hard right
(Like a hard right)
Beat it up, beat it up, and I ain't fakin'
She say the dick good, but she can't take it
(What?)
I only fuck with bad bitches, no basics
Butt naked with the Margielas, no laces
(No laces)
She tryna hit The Bay, never been before
She like the song where they
Shake it like a rednose (Like a rednose)
She said, "you seem cool
Mind I do a little blow?"
I said, "girl, that's all you
All I do is smoke"
Get a real one in your world
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I be on that fly shit you like though
Might do dinner for two, the type of Maestros
Then catch the homies at the club
Start a light show (True)
Might go to Vegas with the players
Catch a flight though just know
All of this ballin' come with a price though
Who you think the homies be callin'
When shit get tight though?
Alright bro, ain't a damn thing changed
Still up in this bitch
And I'm spillin' champagne
(Spillin' champagne)
Damn, I'm glad you understand
(Glad you understand)
So maybe me and you can get together
Make some plans we started in the Hills
Then we ended up in Sams
I started with a shot
Then a bottle in my hand
Hot damn, I done blew a couple bands
And bitches all on me
'cause they thinkin' I'm the man
Hot damn, I done blew a couple bands
Now bitches all on me
'cause they thinkin' I'm the man
What can I say, bitches love me
I be in the club poppin' bubbly
They don't flex, nobody else above me
I'm tryna tell you, boy
These bitches love me
What can I say, bitches love me
I be in the club poppin' bubbly
They don't flex, nobody else above me
I'm tryna tell you, boy
These bitches love me
Get a real one in your world
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need a bitch like you