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Ty Dolla Sign - Like You Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Money Hungry
B-B-B-BM nation

[Verse 1: Ray Jr.]
Yeah, nigga, this the remix, this the G mix
Brushed waves got her sea sick, mines a deep dish, ay
First time we met, we fucked and got faded
Her ex use to play for the Knicks, he got traded
I keep that shit Cavalier, let's be clear
She say she wanna ride the dick, I let her steer
Cut the lights on, I want to see her drip
She say she get wet as a faucet, I take a sip, ay
There's no or, his hoes is my hoes and nigga we don't cut folds
'Cause we don't fuck with po-po, yeah
Droptop Bent, me and my nigga Rogers
Bitches wanna menage us, foreign whips in garages, yeah
Out in The Bay like I'm Hammer Time
We got your bitch on tape, bruh, it's camera time
VIP section, I got the whole crew with us
Spilling Chris, screamin' what they gon' do with us (Junior, ha)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Mista Rogers & Both]
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need abitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need abitch like you
[Verse 2: Mista Rogers]
I know you with it and you know it too
So we can quit playin', what you tryna do? (Tryna do)
Let's get acquainted on a late night (Late night)
And if they ain't hatin', then it ain't right (Ain't right)
I'm just tryna fuck, no date night (Date night)
Never go dutch, bitch, the bank right (Bank right)
We ain't gotta rush, hit it all night (All night)
Knock the pussy out like a hard right (Like a hard right)
Beat it up, beat it up, and I ain't fakin'
She say the dick good, but she can't take it (What?)
I only fuck with bad bitches, no basics
Butt naked with the Margielas, no laces (No laces)
She tryna hit The Bay, never been before
She like the song where they shake it like a rednose (Like a rednose)
She said, "you seem cool, mind I do a little blow?"
I said, "girl, that's all you, all I do is smoke"

[Pre-Chorus: E-40]
Get a real one in your world

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Mista Rogers & Both]
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need abitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need abitch like you
[Verse 3: E-40]
40, you better cut that out, girl, you actin' up
You walkin' like that 'cause you want me to look
You walkin' like that 'cause you want me to cut
You walkin' like that 'cause you got a big ol' butt
Everybody ain't able, I can use your booty as a dinner table
You got ass for days, booku, Oak Cliff Dallas booty like Badu
Get a real one in your world, it's mack
And oh my, baby girl, they call me Earl
I rap and I rhyme, but I use to sell that swirl
That white, white, white candycane, that mother of pearl
That's right, right, right, I'm bouncy and I'm saucy and I'm frosty
Bitch, it's a priviledge for you to even be talkin' to me
Now, give a pimp them digits and I'ma call your ass tomorrow
I don't want you to my miss's, I just wanna ball you (Bitch)

[Pre-Chorus: E-40]
Get a real one in your world

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Mista Rogers & Both]
You ain't scared, girl (Scared girl)
Go head, girl (Go head, girl)
You a boss too (Ooh yeah)
I need a bitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need abitch like you
I know you with it, I, I
I need abitch like you
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah