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Versuri Lil Shine – Like What? lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I brought my pole in the store
I need ten bands for one show
Up ten bands like, who gon’ show?
I throw ten then throw some more
I grab the pint by the throat
Trippin’, I’m sippin’ some more
Hundred bands, step out the Rolls (Victory)
I just woke up in it, I wanna spend it
Ho, that’s so messed up, yeah
I’m in that fye truck, black truck, backseat, she wanna suck me up, yeah
Yeah, poppin’ them beans, yeah, throwin’ them C’s up
I’m like, „Hey, what’s up?” Yeah
So messed up, I put the cup before a slut
Pour this four up in my Crush
You know that’s a must, huh
You can’t tеxt me ’bout no drugs, bitch, I’m not your plug, huh
I put that gin tai in my gut, I do not give no fuck, huh
Smokin’ that kush straight to my lungs
Hittin’ that bitch like, what? Huh

[Verse]
Count my hundos in
Poppin’ thе 2020 Benz
Yeah, just text me when you land
Huh, she’s so conceited
She text me just to eat it
She pulled up just to see it
I was bustin’ out the beans, bitch
Bustin’ out the beans, bitch
Yeah, can’t switch up, just cut them off
I cut down right to my socks
Fuckin’ they head up, catch that box
You better catch up or get locked
Yeah, you cannot tell what I mean, baby
Spent like ten on the jeans, baby
And she wanna bop, know who to call, can’t get fly like me, bae
Tap in, I’m not green, bae
Text me, ho, I’m bleedin’
One last shot, one last shot
Just one time, I’m leavin’
Bitch, I’m hopin’ this shit last
She want a verse, send me the cash
She wanna twerk, ho, what’s happenin’?
They tryna— they tryna hate ‘cause I’m white
I send shit you shit that’ll change your life
Know we all bleed the same
It’s always some shit that’ll fuck yo’ night
Woke up, you know I fuck your life
I might— I might fuck your wife
She gon’ put my cup on ice, yeah
Must be smokin’ spice
If you think you gon’ take my pipe, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I brought my pole in the store
I need ten bands for one show
Up ten bands like, who gon’ show?
I throw ten then throw some more
I grab the pint by the throat
Trippin’, I’m sippin’ some more
Hundred bands, step out the Rolls (Victory)
I just woke up in it, I wanna spend it
Ho, that’s so messed up, yeah
I’m in that fye truck, black truck, backseat, she wanna suck me up, yeah
Yeah, poppin’ them beans, yeah, throwin’ them C’s up
I’m like, „Hey, what’s up?” Yeah
So messed up, I put the cup before a slut
Pour this four right in my Crush
You know that’s a must, huh
You can’t text me ‘bout no drugs, bitch, I’m not your plug, huh
I put that gin tai in my gut, I do not give no fuck, huh
Smokin’ that kush straight to my lungs
Hittin’ that bitch like, what? Huh