paroles de chanson Like This (feat. Kiing Lou) - MB Black$

All black bently truck
Spinning till we dizzy
Here's a warning
We don't give no fucks
All about my greens
Like we playing for the fucking bucks
Why ya bitch on my dick
And she feenin for a tummy tuck
Spinnin spinnin tires scratch on the
e way
She sucking blowing
You would think it's my bday
These niggas on dick too much
must be gay
Pull on gang finna show
you how we play
Wi to the nd and e to the x we all spray
Sinning sinning for a min let me pray
Chasin a bag on a regular thats all day
Purple tag on my ass for denim
All black mask lookin like venom
Just how i like it
These niggas can't see me
Might pop out in black ghost phantom
Ya niggas is really bitches can't beat me
The bullets all in his face like 3D
They copy my style these niggas wanna be me
Why tf this bitch keep
playing with the stick and she bust it
Too much ice on me adjust it
God the spirit i trust it
Ya bitch came my way i must hit
Spent like ten on the whole damn fit
She said take some out it won't fit
Qestioned her like me or the fit

Stoopid lil bitch lil bitch
Flooding my wrist my wrist
No you can't step like this
No you can't drip like this
Both of my ears on froze
Fifteen the least i need twenty for shows
Switching the flows like I switch my clothes
Aint no dummy nigga never leave the crib without the poles
Stoopid lil bitch lil bitch
Flooding my wrist my wrist
No you can't step like this
No you can't drip like this
Both of my ears on froze
Fifteen the least i need twenty for shows
Switching the flow like I switch my clothes
Aint no dummy nigga never leave the crib without the poles

Can you tell that I'm lit by the way how I slur
Mb with me lemme know what's the word
Copy the style but they did it way worse
Let 'em boys know who the fuck did it first
Niggas got bags you can tell by the shirts
Stay duffled up I can't flock with the birds
Stupid lil bitch you ain't getting no purse
Ass in a bubble I'm making it burst
I'ma cash out cuz it's what I deserve
I was down bad had to still make it work
Lil ass niggas I'm calling them Smurfs
All started rapping but that shit is dirt
Oh you ain't hear Oh you ain't heard
Nigga got stomped got left on the curb
Acting crazy cuz I fucked on his girl
They all came good and they all left hurt
Said he want beef tell him come with the herd
Ran into them we was on lefferts
Kiing lou in queens nigga wtf
Making him tap dance his left foot
Wanting the smoke he about to get burned
He said it's up so he gon face a vert
Him and his bestie that's ernie or bert
Say sum me I'll pop like a perc
I'm in the back with the bitches
Told the tricks cast some spells magicians
Demon time magic they be on some witch shit
See why they besties they both on that kid shit
Argue and fight for the dick don't be Stingy
Kick them both out and they both start hissing
Kick them both out don't care they start dissing
High off the cotton candy roll up the cloud nine
Bitch we smoking out the zip it's been a minute since a dime
Shit I'm cooking up is too lit the aroma left them fried
Got the whole world looking at you like you just did bout four lines
Of rapping
Fuck I'm so damn blasted
Too many heads gang numbers got caps and
Niggas be saying whatever it's cap and
Checking it out I'm not liking the math man
Funds are the only numbers that should be adding
Circle too big imma get to subtracting
Bitch ass niggas I ain't never gon jack them
Standing with 'em be having me blacking
Too many heads gang numbers got caps and
Niggas be saying whatever it's cap and
Checking it out I'm not liking the math man
Funds are the only numbers that should be adding
Circle too big imma get to subtracting
Bitch ass niggas I ain't never gon jack them
Standing with 'em be having me blacking
Let me know