Xhulooo - Like Me lyrics
[Xhulooo - Like Me lyrics]
(Ayy, CV, you cooked this?, Xhu on the mix)
(Fecony)
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah
They gon' make me hit my dance, Chris Breezy
Whole gang outta here just like Wheezy
She wanna be my bae, yeah, my boo, yeah
My sweetie if he talking down, chopper
Ring like a squeegee, yeah
Just call me if you need me
Call me John Cena, baby, no, you can't see me
Come get your mans, I know he wanna be me
But he can't be me, much less can he beat me
Ayy i just, just wanna know if you gon' stay
This is, this ain't no regular day
If he, if he run up, this chopper spray
She want labels, she keep calling me bae
I can't be a backer, made it on my own, yeah
Been since a young one
Look how much I grown up
I ball just like Magic
I should play for California
They say I'm going hit for hit
Just going off the dome
Gotta stay down for the comeup
Shotty, cock it back, I blew it once
Then blow his stom up
Me, Ray, and Josh going crazy this summer
Told that girl and then turn up
I ran up a check, I'ma spend it
Been doing this for too long
You can't end it
My brodie say he had a beat
I told him send it
Tryna mess with me, I don't recommend it
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah
(Fecony)
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah
They gon' make me hit my dance, Chris Breezy
Whole gang outta here just like Wheezy
She wanna be my bae, yeah, my boo, yeah
My sweetie if he talking down, chopper
Ring like a squeegee, yeah
Just call me if you need me
Call me John Cena, baby, no, you can't see me
Come get your mans, I know he wanna be me
But he can't be me, much less can he beat me
Ayy i just, just wanna know if you gon' stay
This is, this ain't no regular day
If he, if he run up, this chopper spray
She want labels, she keep calling me bae
I can't be a backer, made it on my own, yeah
Been since a young one
Look how much I grown up
I ball just like Magic
I should play for California
They say I'm going hit for hit
Just going off the dome
Gotta stay down for the comeup
Shotty, cock it back, I blew it once
Then blow his stom up
Me, Ray, and Josh going crazy this summer
Told that girl and then turn up
I ran up a check, I'ma spend it
Been doing this for too long
You can't end it
My brodie say he had a beat
I told him send it
Tryna mess with me, I don't recommend it
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah
You can't ball like me
Can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you
Gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat
Spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent
Two K up on McQueen, yeah