Get Like Me Lyrics - Metta World Peace


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[Hook]
Blue yanke fitty, get like me
Az g’s on the feet, get like me
Off the lot new v’s, get like me
I’m tryina tell these niggas, get like me
Bad shawty no game, get like me
All eyes on the chain, get like me
So fresh, so game, get like me
I’ma tryina tell you man, get like man

Talking bout cash, don’t lease
Pockets like it’s fat, obese
Watch on 30, rocking on piece
This is vampire life, we don’t sleep
Just hash, no chief, I smoke big blunts, need the whole leaf
I buy big cars, need the whole street
5 cars, when it’s 4 deep,
One hop cover goons all the go hit
I’m a …2 niggas, a whole freak
You might think she hav no teeth
You can hear her scream papi going so deep
Porsche panaroma with the 4 seats
We at the staples center on the front seats
As I tell my nigga…sit back, let the high off the trunk drum
Warrup jones, you know it’s dips at
I’m reppin hard, where my dips at
…i be in harlem like the bartender
Doing pull ups on the bar all the broads get
Catch me in the city with the memph fitty
Certified vest and the whips get it
Hat low, jeans loose fitted, lil saggy, lil baggy, new york ain’t trippin
Ny dna, flowing on his veins, knix all day
What, yeah, that’s how we do it
Red bricks, steel fences, still loosin
They call me styles p, never change, won’t do it
Matter fact, can’t do it
I guess I’m stuck in my ways, like I’m stuck in the a train

[Hook]
Blue yanke fitty, get like me
Az g’s on the feet, get like me
Off the lot new v’s, get like me
I’m tryina tell these niggas, get like me
Bad shawty no game, get like me
All eyes on the chain, get like me
So fresh, so game, get like me
I’ma tryina tell you man, get like man

New york city tillthe death of me
I’m from the bridge where we cooking up the recipe
So tough, knock em out, get em burried g
Then blow a dub, yeah the kush, that’s the recipe
With challace and jones, we blow it by the p
Me and world peace, locking up the damn streets
Real …get em gone with the liquor scene
Now they slippin point blank, get the picture…
Cut the mike, acapella on these niggas
Squad up, I got a real team full of killers
I ride for my niggas… I’ma die for my niggas
Get like me, blue yankee fitty, real queens bridge
Got nothing but the realest, I’m a real queens kid
I’m airforce stealth, I’m real, no dealt
I’m runnin with the team, mmg and we out here
10’s on a lowlow, 20’s on the leave,
40 on a neckpiece, 30 on the sleeve
Drinkin lil reckless, earn a couple trees
Spittin hennesy, out the …for limousines
This is Monday baby and I’m not a star
I’m as loud as my sour, when it’s out the jar
I seduce these bitches without an ounce of fraud
So they leave with they mind right and they body soar
I’m waking up to smell of money blowing
Pay no mind of what them other suckers doing
Niggas stuck up in they sad lives, sad faces will lead you to sad crimes
Tell me what your life like
Mines is celebration every night
And I sit back and laugh at you niggas that’s fucking tight
So my advice, forget your fucking miserable life
And get like me

[Hook]
Blue yanke fitty, get like me
Az g’s on the feet, get like me
Off the lot new v’s, get like me
I’m tryina tell these niggas, get like me
Bad shawty no game, get like me
All eyes on the chain, get like me
So fresh, so game, get like me
I’ma tryina tell you man, get like man.






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------ 04/19/2014

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