Can You Rap Like Me (Pt. 2)
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christopher Cheeks, Jr./Kenneth Gamble/Leon Huff
[00:01.000] 作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Brandon Beazer/Kenneth Gamble/Leon Huff
[00:16.408]P. Soul on the track
[00:16.884]I love Trippie Redd
[00:18.818]Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up
[00:20.766]***** get no love and no luck, I don't f*ckin' know ya
[00:23.735]Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up
[00:25.530]Get up off the block if I don't know you
[00:27.264]You dealin' with some soldiers that ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
[00:29.893]I ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
[00:31.854]I rise with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
[00:33.687]And you know a motherf*cker pop a sealy, pop a pilly
[00:36.121]Pop a n*gga head like Amoxicillin
[00:37.816]I'm a villain, really don't show no pity
[00:39.394]I'm high saditty to these b*tches
[00:40.849]B*tch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty
[00:42.392]How you hot and sh*tty? Wait
[00:43.778]'Cause sh*t hot, but you know your sh*t not
[00:45.415]My sh*t make the whole city rock
[00:47.262]And Diddy bop, I spit it off the *****-top
[00:48.956]And if you don't like it, then f*ck n*gga, eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)
[00:51.854]Eeny-meeny-miney-moe, catch a thottie by her toe
[00:54.199]If I let her go, then I'll prolly f*ck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, b*tch)
[00:56.322]I stack the paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider
[00:58.745]A n*gga got bars, who's your service provider?
[01:01.185]Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us
[01:03.453]We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis
[01:05.860]Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the 'itis
[01:08.038]Create-a-player, I ball, it's like I turned up all the sliders
[01:10.451]Okay, pop a sealy like amoxicillin
[01:12.305]When I pop the trigger, drop a n*gga
[01:13.705]Then he shook his body like a macarena
[01:15.277]Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight, catchin' improper angles
[01:17.465]God can't save you, slap my b*tch from the back, call it Palm's Angels
[01:20.184]I bet when a n*gga hop up, b*tches, they'll be all angry
[01:22.184]I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, n*gga
[01:24.798]Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got ****, n*gga
[01:27.205]I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, n*gga
[01:29.520]I got where I am being exactly who I are, n*gga
[01:31.930]You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, n*gga
[01:34.314]I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head
[01:36.470]Give this dog a bone and think I wasn't gon' catch it like that sh*t was farfetched
[01:39.011]Young n*gga, stayin' on point just like a bayonet
[01:41.010]We rollin' top down, bummin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette
[01:43.712]Just a young n*gga but I been doin' it for so long they gotta praise the vet
[01:45.830]For my n*ggas on lockdown, and the crimies that really plead the fifth
[01:48.007]Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah, I am multitasking, make multi-millions
[01:50.488]M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
[00:01.000] 作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Brandon Beazer/Kenneth Gamble/Leon Huff
[00:16.408]P. Soul on the track
[00:16.884]I love Trippie Redd
[00:18.818]Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up
[00:20.766]***** get no love and no luck, I don't f*ckin' know ya
[00:23.735]Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up
[00:25.530]Get up off the block if I don't know you
[00:27.264]You dealin' with some soldiers that ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
[00:29.893]I ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
[00:31.854]I rise with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
[00:33.687]And you know a motherf*cker pop a sealy, pop a pilly
[00:36.121]Pop a n*gga head like Amoxicillin
[00:37.816]I'm a villain, really don't show no pity
[00:39.394]I'm high saditty to these b*tches
[00:40.849]B*tch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty
[00:42.392]How you hot and sh*tty? Wait
[00:43.778]'Cause sh*t hot, but you know your sh*t not
[00:45.415]My sh*t make the whole city rock
[00:47.262]And Diddy bop, I spit it off the *****-top
[00:48.956]And if you don't like it, then f*ck n*gga, eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)
[00:51.854]Eeny-meeny-miney-moe, catch a thottie by her toe
[00:54.199]If I let her go, then I'll prolly f*ck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, b*tch)
[00:56.322]I stack the paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider
[00:58.745]A n*gga got bars, who's your service provider?
[01:01.185]Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us
[01:03.453]We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis
[01:05.860]Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the 'itis
[01:08.038]Create-a-player, I ball, it's like I turned up all the sliders
[01:10.451]Okay, pop a sealy like amoxicillin
[01:12.305]When I pop the trigger, drop a n*gga
[01:13.705]Then he shook his body like a macarena
[01:15.277]Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight, catchin' improper angles
[01:17.465]God can't save you, slap my b*tch from the back, call it Palm's Angels
[01:20.184]I bet when a n*gga hop up, b*tches, they'll be all angry
[01:22.184]I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, n*gga
[01:24.798]Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got ****, n*gga
[01:27.205]I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, n*gga
[01:29.520]I got where I am being exactly who I are, n*gga
[01:31.930]You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, n*gga
[01:34.314]I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head
[01:36.470]Give this dog a bone and think I wasn't gon' catch it like that sh*t was farfetched
[01:39.011]Young n*gga, stayin' on point just like a bayonet
[01:41.010]We rollin' top down, bummin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette
[01:43.712]Just a young n*gga but I been doin' it for so long they gotta praise the vet
[01:45.830]For my n*ggas on lockdown, and the crimies that really plead the fifth
[01:48.007]Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah, I am multitasking, make multi-millions
[01:50.488]M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
作曲 : Christopher Cheeks, Jr./Kenneth Gamble/Leon Huff
作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Brandon Beazer/Kenneth Gamble/Leon Huff
P. Soul on the track
I love Trippie Redd
Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up
***** get no love and no luck, I don't f*ckin' know ya
Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up
Get up off the block if I don't know you
You dealin' with some soldiers that ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
I ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
I rise with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
And you know a motherf*cker pop a sealy, pop a pilly
Pop a n*gga head like Amoxicillin
I'm a villain, really don't show no pity
I'm high saditty to these b*tches
B*tch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty
How you hot and sh*tty? Wait
'Cause sh*t hot, but you know your sh*t not
My sh*t make the whole city rock
And Diddy bop, I spit it off the *****-top
And if you don't like it, then f*ck n*gga, eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)
Eeny-meeny-miney-moe, catch a thottie by her toe
If I let her go, then I'll prolly f*ck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, b*tch)
I stack the paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider
A n*gga got bars, who's your service provider?
Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us
We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis
Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the 'itis
Create-a-player, I ball, it's like I turned up all the sliders
Okay, pop a sealy like amoxicillin
When I pop the trigger, drop a n*gga
Then he shook his body like a macarena
Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight, catchin' improper angles
God can't save you, slap my b*tch from the back, call it Palm's Angels
I bet when a n*gga hop up, b*tches, they'll be all angry
I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, n*gga
Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got ****, n*gga
I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, n*gga
I got where I am being exactly who I are, n*gga
You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, n*gga
I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head
Give this dog a bone and think I wasn't gon' catch it like that sh*t was farfetched
Young n*gga, stayin' on point just like a bayonet
We rollin' top down, bummin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette
Just a young n*gga but I been doin' it for so long they gotta praise the vet
For my n*ggas on lockdown, and the crimies that really plead the fifth
Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah, I am multitasking, make multi-millions
M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Brandon Beazer/Kenneth Gamble/Leon Huff
P. Soul on the track
I love Trippie Redd
Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up
***** get no love and no luck, I don't f*ckin' know ya
Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up
Get up off the block if I don't know you
You dealin' with some soldiers that ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
I ride with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
I rise with the motherf*ckin' pole, bruh
And you know a motherf*cker pop a sealy, pop a pilly
Pop a n*gga head like Amoxicillin
I'm a villain, really don't show no pity
I'm high saditty to these b*tches
B*tch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty
How you hot and sh*tty? Wait
'Cause sh*t hot, but you know your sh*t not
My sh*t make the whole city rock
And Diddy bop, I spit it off the *****-top
And if you don't like it, then f*ck n*gga, eat a itty-bitty **** (Yeah)
Eeny-meeny-miney-moe, catch a thottie by her toe
If I let her go, then I'll prolly f*ck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, b*tch)
I stack the paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider
A n*gga got bars, who's your service provider?
Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us
We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis
Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the 'itis
Create-a-player, I ball, it's like I turned up all the sliders
Okay, pop a sealy like amoxicillin
When I pop the trigger, drop a n*gga
Then he shook his body like a macarena
Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight, catchin' improper angles
God can't save you, slap my b*tch from the back, call it Palm's Angels
I bet when a n*gga hop up, b*tches, they'll be all angry
I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, n*gga
Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got ****, n*gga
I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, n*gga
I got where I am being exactly who I are, n*gga
You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, n*gga
I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head
Give this dog a bone and think I wasn't gon' catch it like that sh*t was farfetched
Young n*gga, stayin' on point just like a bayonet
We rollin' top down, bummin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette
Just a young n*gga but I been doin' it for so long they gotta praise the vet
For my n*ggas on lockdown, and the crimies that really plead the fifth
Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah, I am multitasking, make multi-millions
M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'
