Lyrics Guy Like Me - wifisfuneral

Ayy, you don′t wanna fuck with a guy like me
I'll tear you apart and break your heart
Tell me why the fuck we gotta argue ′bout my side piece
Dumb hoes don't play their part
Okay, I guess I taint your thoughts
Take out your keys and break your locks
Bae, like, why you play a lot?
And I need a ride or die by my side to take fatal shots
God, take this pain off of my eyes 'cause I done prayed a lot
And you done left me out to dry, I had to faint and rot
If I could rewind all the time, I would break that Glock
She claimed she had a man but we fucked on the low
I′m tryna slide in that pocket like a pool stick pole
I was ruthless though, but useless, no
Tryna lick you down in your cuticles
Do you see me now, since the moon is gone
If I treat you real bad, know you wouldn′t like that
Feelin' like a surgeon, givin′ shots from the back
Man, I just need somebody who gon' treat me like somebody
Man, I just need somebody who gon′ say my name proudly
Man, I just need somebody who gon' treat me like somebody
Man, I just need somebody who gon′ say my name proudly
Ayy, you don't wanna fuck with a guy like me
I'll tear you apart and break your heart
Tell me why the fuck we gotta argue ′bout my side piece
Dumb hoes don′t play their part
Okay, I guess I taint your thoughts
Take out your keys and break your locks
Bae, like, why you play a lot?
And I need a ride or die by my side to take fatal shots
God, take this pain off of my eyes 'cause I done prayed a lot
And you done left me out to dry, I had to faint and rot
If I could rewind all the time, I would break that Glock
You don′t wanna fuck with a guy like me
I'll tear you apart and break your heart
Tell me why the fuck we gotta argue ′bout my side piece
Dumb hoes don't play their part
Okay, I guess I taint your thoughts
Take out your keys and break your locks
Bae, like, why you play a lot?
And I need a ride or die by my side to take fatal shots
God, take this pain off of my eyes ′cause I done prayed a lot
And you done left me out to dry, I had to faint and rot
If I could rewind all the time, I would break that Glock