Siya - Nigga Like Me (Feat. Chris Brown & Problem) [Prod. By Amadeus] | Текст песни

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• Nigga Like Me (Feat. Chris Brown & Problem) [Prod. By Amadeus]

[Pre-Hook: Chris Brown]
Mo money mean mo problems
Give a fuck about you niggas
Mo models a hudred bottles
I'm stuntin' on you niggas
We takin' your girl
It's me and my niggas
Go figure, go figure
Got em

[Hook: Chris Brown]
A nigga like me
She really want a nigga like me
A nigga like me
She only want a nigga like me
A nigga like me
Only want a nigga like me
A nigga like me
She said she like a nigga like me

[Verse 1: Siya]
Hol' up
She really want a nigga with some deep pockets
She really want a nigga that be stunitn'
She really want a nigga that'll take her to the club and buy bottle all night just enough for a nigga
You really can't afford her
I ride around in whip that's a porter
She know I'm gon' spoil her
I'm a hood nigga, and she love it
Came from the bottom but I been getting money
Out the pen though I never leave the club without a chopper
Good luck if a nigga try and rob her
Four chains on all never touch shit in
Fly ass niggas all the hoes wanna fuck with
I'm higher then heaven
I'm higher than heaven I'm blowing Jamaica
Loud packs shawty I don't never smoke vapors
Start cuffin' that bitch 'fore I take her

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
You fuck around and hate me I'ma take your bitch
Take your chain, nigga take your shit
I ain't never ever been broke
Fuckin' with amigo, spending those pesos bitch
Put your hands up, nigga sit down
I box a nigga with these six rounds
I ain't gotta say two words
But when I pull up to the curb you motherfuckers just get down
Wanna talk about money, nigga look at these hundreds
I could do it by myself, no help
Nigga who runnin?
Look, Chuck Taylor's make me run fast
Left hook, click pow that's a gun jab
And a nigga wanna smile when you layin' down
Silly nigga talkin' shit now he toe tag

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]

[Verse 3: Problem]
Whaaat
If you got a hot nine teach us
You motherfuckers sure gon' learn 'bout me
Never low yeah I'm always high key
Yo' nine last time nigga uses ID
Always real niggas in my background
Fifty deep in the club, no pat downs (yeah)
Lacin' the shoes cause we run it
And my hoes ain't runnin' for nothin'
Cause I am the man (man)
I am the man, I am the man
Your homie he ran
You think it's a bed the way I would lie on his stand
For all of my fam
I done done it already
I see you love me already
She feel it all in her belly
This money [?] is [?]
Milk 'em no dairy
Your boy get head bigger than [?]
Come on

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
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