Young M.A - She Like I'm Like

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Young M.A - She Like I'm Like

Young M.A

She Like I'm Like

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[Intro]
Hm (She like)

[Verse 1]
Why you don't love me? Uh
Why you ain't call me?
Why you insult me?
Why you ain't home? Why you at a party? (I'm like)
Why you with them hoes that be talkin' on the phone
With another man talkin' 'bout they man?
Them hoes that gotta lot of kids
But they ain't got no money and they ain't got no plans? (She like)
I asked you a question, so answer my question
'Cause them the same hoes you impressin'
Type of shit you be on? And you all on your phone
Now, um, who the fuck are we textin' (I'm like)
Girl, I love you
Them hoes is below you, put no one above you
You know what it is
Now take off them pants, let me rub on your bubble

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (She like)

[Verse 2]
I wanna go shopping
New Gucci just dropped and I wanna cop it
Heard the purses is poppin'
And bae, get the blicky, 'cause niggas be plottin' (I'm like)
You know that I got it
Deposit the check, then withdraw the deposit
You my Pocahontas
Now check your Chanel, twenty bands in the pocket (She like)
Thank you, lil' daddy
I know I be snappy, don't mean to be catty
But bitches be tryin' they luck
Like I won't act a buck, like I won't pull up gladly (I'm like)
They just be aggy 'cause they cannot have me
Them hoes don't be happy
Call them hoes mani-pedi
Now grab on this, uh, while I grab on your fatty

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip?

[Verse 3]
Hm, ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy)
Bonnie, fuck a Clyde, this a homicide
When we come outside
Here we come, arrived
She gon' ride or die
I'ma ride or die
The lie detector said, "That is not a lie"
Yeah
And that is no surprise
I throw up the five, she throw up the five
Yeah
Trigger smoke, get high
But do not drink and drive
My chick know she fine
I would die for mine
Don't get out of line
Yeah
We don't dine and dash, but we wine and dine
Vodka with the lime
She be drippin' sauce, I be drippin' slime

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)

[Outro]
What'd you say?
(Ayy) Why even trip?
I go hard like King Kong
Give her this ding dong
She can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)
I just go run some checks, bae
Let's just go on some trips, bae
Like, why even trip, bae?
Let's just go on some trips, bae
We on a ship, bae
'Cause we on our shit, bae
Why even trip, bae?
Let's just go on some trips, bae

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