Like You lyrics

[Mila J]
Other n*ggas can't do what you do, real n*ggas make it do what it do

[Verse 1: Issa]
Aye, hold up
I'm bout to have a blessed day, I just woke up to a goddess
I'm the realest n*gga that you ever met, baby girl I'm being modest
Take off your clothes, don't say a word
b*tches gone talk, but f*ck what you heard (f*ck what you heard)
And I been under the influence lately, so excuse me my words kind of slurred
Say she love [who I am with my biz?], keep calling me daddy gone have all of my kids
I got to hit the road, and get back to the money, but when I come back home you know what it is (you know)
When I get back to the crib, I promote that pus*y, so bring it to me
Loving the way that she moaning, she get on that mic and she sing it to me, can't do it like me

[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Other n*ggas can't do what you do, n*gga can't do it like me
Real n*ggas make it do what it do, n*gga can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, like me, can't no other n*gga do it like you, n*gga can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't no other n*gga do it like you, n*gga can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't do it like me
Other n*ggas can't do what you do, real n*ggas make it do what it do

[Verse 2: Issa]
Wait, you ain't even got to ask it
Ima leave that pus*y soaking
It's bout to be a closed casket, soon as I get them legs open
Pulling your hair, biting your lip, she told me to swim so I took a dip
Plus I say my grace, then I have a taste, put it on my plate, it won't go to waste
I promise...ima...give it to you till I'm tired
If you by my side, I ain't never lying, talking all that freaky sh*t, you f*cking with my pride
Hey, when I get back to the crib, I promote that pus*y, so bring it to me
Loving the way that she moaning, she get on that mic and she sing it to me, can't do it like me
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Other n*ggas can't do what you do, n*gga can't do it like me
Real n*ggas make it do what it do, n*gga can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, Like me, can't no other n*gga do it like you, n*gga can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't no other n*gga do it like you, n*gga can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga hit the pus*y how I hit it, and can't no other n*gga gone and get it how I get it
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, can't no other n*gga do it like you, n*gga can't do it like me
Can't no other n*gga do it like you, Like me, can't no other n*gga do it like you, n*gga can't do it like me
Other n*ggas can't do what you do, real n*ggas make it do what it do

...Other n*ggas can't do what you do, yeah n*gga, real n*ggas make it do what it do, Yeah n*gga
Other n*ggas can't do what you do, yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga

[Verse 3: Issa]
Hey, f*ck them other n*ggas, girl ride for me
Got a bunch of bad b*tches outside for me
Got a bunch of real n*ggas that'll die for me
No playground but I bet they slide for me
Like a linebacker, she gone take the charge for me
Cause she a real b*tch, and that ain't hard to see
Put designer clothes on her, just to get her naked
Ain't no need to fix the sh*t if ain't nobody break it
If she throw it back at me, then she know that ima take it
n*gga shooting shots at me, but he n*gga [ain't never?] make it
n*gga said I wouldn't make it, f*ck that I'm back at it
All I spit is dope, n*gga fan a crack addict
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga
Yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga
Yeah n*gga, sippin' on goose so you better duck n*gga
Yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga
f*ck n*gga, running out of luck n*gga
Yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga

[Verse 4: Issa]
Even back then ain't nobody rap better
Look now muthaf*cker I don got better
I can spell it out with muf*ckin one letter
Never been a rat, but a n*gga chase cheddar
I can talk in 3rd person, n*gga he said it
Ho get ahead of yourself and get beheaded
That's cut off, now my own n*ggas getting cut off
n*ggas wasn't round when my lights getting shut off
Now b*tches want to hop on my di*k like they been here from the jump
I'm just tryna get my nut off
I understand muf*cker I get it, married to the game
Muf*cker you ain't ready

[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
..Yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga
Yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga
Yeah n*gga, sippin' on goose so you better duck n*gga
Yeah n*gga, f*ck n*gga
f*ck n*gga, running out of luck n*gga