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• Artiste: BAK Jay
• Titre: Like You Do
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Tried to (Adre, light 'em up) But no one gets me like you do Now that I know you exist Nobody fits the same way as you did I don't see the point in trying to recreate You, it's a waste of time It feels so different Like something's missing, you Nobody touch me like you do (Ayy) Fuck me like you do Keepin' it all the way a hundred, baby I'll ask for the truth Uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh All you gotta do is be real, for real Went way too hard for the last one I had Don't trip about shit, I'm that nigga Two hundred somethin' down, put it all out in cash I used to dream 'bout that bag Now I'm probably somewhere spendin' it all It ain't nothin' just to make that call Ain't shit on this еarth I hate more than the law Put this on God though, AP or thе Rollie, I rock both I ran up that bag, now I'm tryna stay out the way When I'm still alive and not gone They always right, I'm always wrong (Adre, light 'em up) But it's okay because I'm strong I put my pain into these songs It's time to take my next pill, she wanna ride along Bought a new Glock, put a beam on the back I've been feelin' the same since last night Girl, that pussy too good, it's that tight I be missin' the hood, it's alright Am I okay? I might be She be seein' me with all these different lil' bitches But you the one that I'm in love with Take another pill to get higher But it's really just somethin' I don't like quittin' I done came from rags to riches I spent time with the baddest bitches Money callin', I had to get it Ran it up, now I can't double down I know you exist Nobody fits the same way as you did Like something's missing Uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh All you gotta do is be real, for real Went way too hard for the last one I had Don't trip about shit, I'm that nigga Two hundred somethin' down, put it all out in cash And these cars and chains, don't need this shit But ain't no day I'm leavin' it I done came from the bottom to the top So goddamn fast, can't believe I done made it to this I'm tellin' all of my haters come catch me Brother a fool with that stick, he a lefty (Adre, light 'em up) Yeah, no way I can slow down Call up my label, put me on a jet please Nobody touch me like you do (Ayy) Fuck me like you do Keepin' it all the way a hundred, baby I'll ask for the truth All you gotta do is be real, for real Went way too hard for the last one I had Don't trip about shit, I'm that nigga Two hundred somethin' down, put it all out in cash I used to dream 'bout that bag Now I'm probably somewhere spendin' it all It ain't nothin' just to make that call Ain't shit on this earth I hate more than the law Put this on God though, AP or the Rollie, I rock both I ran up that bag, now I'm tryna stay out the way When I'm still alive and not gone Like something's missing, you And I know, and I know, it'll take some time, take some time But I know, but I know, but I know, that I won't feel right Now that I know you exist Nobody fits the same way as you did Like something's missing They always right, I'm always wrong But it's okay because I'm strong I put my pain into these songs It's time to take my next pill, she wanna ride along A'ight, one more