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I THINK THEY LIKE ME

Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me

Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night be

Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly

So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee

Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee

Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me

If you had some figures you will be just like me

Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I shining like a light be

Niggaz talking yep in there muthafuckin throwback

It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat

We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat

When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak

These hoes goin crazy like think they need some Prozac

We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat

If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back

We stackin big faces 'cause we still spending throwbacks![Chorus]

Ohh I think they like me [Repeat x16]Haters want to fight me I'm snatching ya ass up

First nigga act up first nigga get bust

Just ta gettin shredded, while I'm twirlin' 'n switchin' swords

T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz)

Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee

Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee

My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali

And if he make one (hell naw dat don't sight me!)

I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace

Ear piece icy they straight up like me

You heard pimpin' playa (they shine so brightly)

Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers

Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cause

Role out the red carpet high five to show us love

Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas

I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta[Chorus]A young nigga

I luv to muthafuckin' fight

But when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe

So when my muthafuckin' partnas

When they rumble when they right

Strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light

Some people say I'm crazy, my eye stay lazy

The neck so sweet, ten bricks for the eighty

Killin fuck niggas when they don't wanna pay me

Ones on my shirt, stay clean so I made it

We back on the block, servin glass to the jay

Nigga gotta glass jar, swappin' shit, breakin' face

Gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced

Gotta king fitch tell her get the fuck out tha way

Wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race

Young nigga tryin' ta get it, wat I care about a case

If you want me come n get me bitch I gotta AK

See y'all nigga, me n my click n we don't muthafuckin' play[Chorus]

Songwriters

DUPRI, JERMAINE/HARRIS, SHAWNTAE/ALSTON, JARON CPublished by

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