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Songtexte: Nas. Like Me.

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Ah yeah, what's happening, Mami
How ya doin' Baby. Oh you lookin kinda good and everything, I see you with those stilhettos baby. Ah, check this out, you ain't got time to talk to me? Ay, let me put this bug in your ear, baby. Won't you turn those flow shoes into your ho shoes, ya dig. yeah check this out. This universe fine as your royal highness. You know what, I can do a whole lotta things for you. Guess Why? Cause I'm a motherfuckin' pimp.


Like Me
Hustlin' and gridning baby
I be
Stayin' on that paper chase
In this life, there's pimp's and ho's
Tell me which one are you, you little
Like Me
Hustlin' and gridning baby
I be
Stayin' on that paper chase

The good man in me say get money and stay on the path.

But the pimp shit in me say, yo, keep looking for ass
But my daughter gave me a gift, something to hold
A little city in water, when you shake it, it snow.

I told her never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes

Better wait till you're grown, when they love you, you'll know.

Everybody's got a dream, I hope and wish to own a six times two
Chill in the whip a fantasy a bone to pick to get against who I don't know
To one who said you won't blow
You won't eat, you want cake, they mistake.
Blamin me for they failures I'm fresh.
Getting tailored, single breasted.
A lint brush is senseless, some pimp shit.

A woman hates a man and stay with him for many years. Tell him she loves then be jealous of him. Now lame is how the ghetto judge him. Cause he still with her. She take his cash and give it to some other real nigger.

Like me