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AZ Chike - Look Like My Mama (feat. Tyler, The Creator)
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Bitch, I look just like my momma
Tick-tick, time to heat it up like a sauna
Yo' negro hit cha-cha, lil' dance like La Bamba
Thumper might drop if I stomp in these Converse
Why are you mad, lil' bitch? Get some commas
Pitty-pat, pockets lookin celiac, kitty fat
Aye Chike, bro, let's bring the city back
Really that guy, hmm, what he really on?
Shit, from now call me Mr. Hundred Million, goddamn
Bet a bitch get tired before I stop throwing money
Bitch, this thuggin' in my veins, don't need it tatted on my stomach
Dog call it pita bread, big bag, I mean hummus
Never stressing 'bout a bitch, I re-up and three month it
I take one step back and 10 forward
I let these **** copy me, copy that, 10-4
Hoes sent, sent a text, these hoes weak, send more, ****
Bitch, I'm sorry, snuck it in the party
Said you're getting guap, **** lion like safari
Hate when a bird ask questions like, "What are we?"
Got me runnin' with that long stick in hand like Sha'Carri
Uh, p-noid, I don't play round
Brodie said he'll swing and slide for me, he a playground
Bitch, I'm too rich to use a Zelle or a PayPal
I stuff so many bitches in the Rolls, shit a Greyhound
I dot my I's but I'll never cross my **** T
They just staring 'cause they scared, you know how **** be
You hitting send on a tweet, ****, hit the streets
I wake up and thank God for making me what I'm meant to be
I don't even play fair, **** know what's up
Catch a opp in the club, I might blow it up
I'm from the land, where you from? ****, throw it up
Aye, aye
Baby, I'm the keyboard killer, tour seat filler
Mr. New Ting, in the G4 with her
Big feet, big league, you's a D4 ****
Me and Jasper, the purple and gold floor sitter
Errbody sittin front row ain't a fan
Errbody that you cool with ain't ya mans
**** jealous of me, still shook my momma hand
Fuck all that, business, under ten toes I stand, ****
Bitch, I smell like new money, yeah, sponsor shoe money
In her throat like Throat Coat, tea bags and two honeys
Only do what **** dream of or can't even imagine
Try to throw me off my pivot, but the check say New Balance
Let me loose, let me through
Hopping the fence to the top, T came gave me a boost
**** boof, chunk the deuce, I do movies, you do spoofs
Consider this shit easy math, the way I calculate my moves
Aye, ****
CHROMAKOPIA, I had my guard down
Crackas tried to say I only rap about my cars now
I'm the only one who left the block and turned the car round
And picked my **** up, sorry if I'm tryna bar out
Stop judgin' buddy's loss if you don't show him ways of winning
Stop saying "Free the homie" if you know that **** did it
Is it Ballot or The Bullet? 'Cause I'm votin' for the killing
We gon' burn this bitch down, put the fire to the ceiling, ****, uh
Bitch, you know it's first Sunday like Katt Williams
Blow her back out, then I hit it while her back healing
Catch 'em out back, back doe 'em, then I'm back chillin'
Weak bitch peaked in high school, can't get back that feeling, uhn
Yeah, that's right
They wanna Dazn, box me in, but I ain't going without a fight
Bitch, the whip so white, I had to let it read my rights
It be the **** I'm better than, saying they can't see the hype, tuh
Aye, aye
My momma prayed for me, but I still keep blammer
Your bitch is not bad, you just have low standards
I'm him, bow down, ****, where is your manners?
When I walk in, phone down, I don't like cameras
If that big fella catch you, I can't help you
I'm Santa, got a big bag with an elf too
Two car keys, seven Ms on the belt loop
And I swerve off tires smell like I melt boots, big feet
Big Chike, bitch, I got big dick
Yo' attitude don't match yo' pockets, wait a minute, big ick, ugh
Been called the blitz, he turn around, hit, stick, uh
Career on tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom!
I got way too much, confidence for a bitch
I got way too much chip and dip on a ho
I got way too much, I can't keep it on the low
I got way too much, I got way too much
Bitch, I look just like my momma
Tick-tick, time to heat it up like a sauna
Yo' negro hit cha-cha, lil' dance like La Bamba
Thumper might drop if I stomp in these Converse
Why are you mad, lil' bitch? Get some commas
Pitty-pat, pockets lookin celiac, kitty fat
Aye Chike, bro, let's bring the city back
Really that guy, hmm, what he really on?
Shit, from now call me Mr. Hundred Million, goddamn
Bet a bitch get tired before I stop throwing money
Bitch, this thuggin' in my veins, don't need it tatted on my stomach
Dog call it pita bread, big bag, I mean hummus
Never stressing 'bout a bitch, I re-up and three month it
I take one step back and 10 forward
I let these **** copy me, copy that, 10-4
Hoes sent, sent a text, these hoes weak, send more, ****
Bitch, I'm sorry, snuck it in the party
Said you're getting guap, **** lion like safari
Hate when a bird ask questions like, "What are we?"
Got me runnin' with that long stick in hand like Sha'Carri
Uh, p-noid, I don't play round
Brodie said he'll swing and slide for me, he a playground
Bitch, I'm too rich to use a Zelle or a PayPal
I stuff so many bitches in the Rolls, shit a Greyhound
I dot my I's but I'll never cross my **** T
They just staring 'cause they scared, you know how **** be
You hitting send on a tweet, ****, hit the streets
I wake up and thank God for making me what I'm meant to be
I don't even play fair, **** know what's up
Catch a opp in the club, I might blow it up
I'm from the land, where you from? ****, throw it up
Aye, aye
Baby, I'm the keyboard killer, tour seat filler
Mr. New Ting, in the G4 with her
Big feet, big league, you's a D4 ****
Me and Jasper, the purple and gold floor sitter
Errbody sittin front row ain't a fan
Errbody that you cool with ain't ya mans
**** jealous of me, still shook my momma hand
Fuck all that, business, under ten toes I stand, ****
Bitch, I smell like new money, yeah, sponsor shoe money
In her throat like Throat Coat, tea bags and two honeys
Only do what **** dream of or can't even imagine
Try to throw me off my pivot, but the check say New Balance
Let me loose, let me through
Hopping the fence to the top, T came gave me a boost
**** boof, chunk the deuce, I do movies, you do spoofs
Consider this shit easy math, the way I calculate my moves
Aye, ****
CHROMAKOPIA, I had my guard down
Crackas tried to say I only rap about my cars now
I'm the only one who left the block and turned the car round
And picked my **** up, sorry if I'm tryna bar out
Stop judgin' buddy's loss if you don't show him ways of winning
Stop saying "Free the homie" if you know that **** did it
Is it Ballot or The Bullet? 'Cause I'm votin' for the killing
We gon' burn this bitch down, put the fire to the ceiling, ****, uh
Bitch, you know it's first Sunday like Katt Williams
Blow her back out, then I hit it while her back healing
Catch 'em out back, back doe 'em, then I'm back chillin'
Weak bitch peaked in high school, can't get back that feeling, uhn
Yeah, that's right
They wanna Dazn, box me in, but I ain't going without a fight
Bitch, the whip so white, I had to let it read my rights
It be the **** I'm better than, saying they can't see the hype, tuh
Aye, aye
My momma prayed for me, but I still keep blammer
Your bitch is not bad, you just have low standards
I'm him, bow down, ****, where is your manners?
When I walk in, phone down, I don't like cameras
If that big fella catch you, I can't help you
I'm Santa, got a big bag with an elf too
Two car keys, seven Ms on the belt loop
And I swerve off tires smell like I melt boots, big feet
Big Chike, bitch, I got big dick
Yo' attitude don't match yo' pockets, wait a minute, big ick, ugh
Been called the blitz, he turn around, hit, stick, uh
Career on tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom!
I got way too much, confidence for a bitch
I got way too much chip and dip on a ho
I got way too much, I can't keep it on the low
I got way too much, I got way too much
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