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tuki carter - like me lyrics

[hook]
are you insane like me? been in pain like me?
bought 100 dollar bottle of champagne like me?
just to pour that motherf-cker down the drain like me?
would you use your water, dry the stain like me?
are you?
people whisper ’bout you on the train like me

[verse 1]
rollin’ up, flowers and planes
ain’t big now but a n-gga can’t complain
n-gga did a lot, got cool little name
wait up though, who that chick?
and she thick and she like me
tuki’s b-tch
but i got a lil cool lil thang
and i know that she down too
so uh, this what we gon’ do
we gon’ smoke, we gon’ drink
we gon’ pop bottles of champagne
we gon’ do that, motherf-ck a gang
we fold up, her clothes up
beat for ya, hoe shows up
beat for ya, beef show up
like he show up, he show up
like flier than a plane though
i’m on these clouds in the planes though
lookin’ for a bottle
i’m too drunk for a bottle
had to pour it out
had to pour it out
n-gga, had to pour it out
back to these flowers and these planes
smoke so much in the car, i can’t see a thing
did i mention we drivin’? i can’t see a thing
but we got that bottle of champagne
yeah, should have left it in the club
now i gotta pour it out
f-ck around and get pulled over
right in front a n-gga house

[verse 2]
new day, stayin’ on the same old sh-t
like still drake, took us on that same old sh-t
you don’t need me, man, the same old clique
if i say clique with me, game on same old sh-t
systematic, instamatic
bust your b-tch, i let her have it
no prenup, i let her have it
energiser, jack rabbit
can’t join, i gotta have it
halloween, check out the whip
i newest jeans is skinny jeans
your baggy jeans is outdated
stole your hoe, a n-gga hate it
i’m a cheese grater, makin’ cheese
player ain’t a thug
but i got my gun for pretense, for defence
for safe n-gga with no son
skinny n-gga with me, stinky n-gga with me
i’m good, what are you doin’? n-gga, how you doin’?
i’m never losin’, even when my spirit’s ruined
money money money, n-gga, money me
i’m tryna get her bm ‘fore your bm in my dm
black out the tints so the hater can’t see ’em
gotta have it
got ’em in the o, hit the rodger rabbit
hittin’ the dab while i’m doin’ that n-gga
gotta have it
flowers and these planes hoe
flowers and these planes hoe
the weed that we smokin’ is comin’ from oakland
it keep us slow motion, we doin’ our thang though
we gon’ smoke, we gon’ drink
we gon’ go get some more
pop a bottle, pop some more
n-gga, pop some more
n-gga, then we gonna roll this weed up
take another shot ’til we throw up
get another bottle then we good
ditch the club before i blow up

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