Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne - Nigga Like Me (with Juelz Santana) lyrics

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(feat. Currency & Bezel) 



[Currency:] 

Yo here's a lil sometin bout a nigga like me 

Currency should of neva learn bout how to click the key 

Or how to grip a glock come through control da block 

Throw ur Bentley off a cliff and call it da Bentley drop 

These boys can't stop the well dressed maaan 

No im not enrolled in school but I am a fresh man 

And all my homies not getting married but im the best man 

These niggaz mite not understand 

I guess I gotta stop pitchin fast throw it wit my underhand 

Yeaa � tryin a make center to da rucker maannn 

Me and weezy comin wit dem burners in our hand 

U wanna jam like smuckaz and (shyt) 

The difference between us and young honey 

Is our jacket chinchilla they shyt straight bunny 

Fuck bitches young money 

And slitches on my switch four I slick from me 



[LiL' Wayne:] 

I tell em' da bitch ride da dick like a new Honda 

Wit da cops behind her im kinda 

Sorta watcha calla' 

Superstar now some on tryin fuck some superstars mouth 

Straight up and the guns come wit the money 

And the work come with the luggage 

Fuck it 

These niggaz talking big wit a rapper budget 

I get paid off rappers buddy 

And I aint fuckin wit da rat pack 

I pull up as any day wit some tap tap 

And that's that 

Im the wildest from the the wolfpack 

Back back 

U aint notin but a snack pack 

And when u runnin don't look back 

cuz im be coming out dat back pack 

clap clap 

and rrrat rrrat 

yaa young weeza 

money over bitches 

reporting to u motherfuckers live from da kitchen 



[Juelz Santana:] 

hahaha a man wayne dey gone be mad at dys 

I mean see niggaz already hate u and hate what u do 

Niggaz already hate me and hate what I do 

Them niggaz gotta hate wat we do 



CLS Five hundred AMG kit 

Know the haters be sick when I drive through 

Ride through two miles an hour 

So everybody sees me 

Bumpin that Carter 2 my nigga weezy 

Whoo 

F baby 

F U Pay me 

I hustle� cops come I tell em F U Jay see 

Catch me if you can Im the gingerbread man 

In the V8 all white sedan 

Im too cool 

Inside butter yea tan in da seat 

Same color as da sand in da beach 

Im too cool 

And my money come in boot coozoo 

So screw u broke dudes who hate me cuz im too cool 

And u kno I keep da piece on me 

My gun speaks it own language like E-40 see shorty 

Da piece pop ya your scream poppa 

Too late your brains already beachcabla 



[Bezel:] 

Da Nigga bezel da pretty drop 

U can tell dat im pretty hot 

Masta of da swagga (yes) 

Hell of a diddy bop 

Fresh of da scale 

Den I sell it on any block 

Move from 12 ..12 

Then I step on dem cindablocks 

Im getting guack ..they give me chips 

I give em rocks 

Gorilla clip..they give me lip I give em shots 

The mac on my lap 

I rat it to tat 

And blow rounds that's how I go round 

Matta a fact I blow pounds 

Clappin da gat ..Gassin da lack 

I slow down the rats protect
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