Like Me Xhulooo
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[Intro]
(Ayy, CV, you cooked this?)
(Xhu on the mix)
(Fecony)
[Chorus]
You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah
You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah
[Verse 1]
They gon' make me hit my dance, Chris Breezy
Whole gang outta here just like Wheezy
She wanna be my bae, yeah, my boo, yeah, my sweetie
If he talking down, chopper ring like a squeegee, yeah
Just call me if you need me
Call me John Cena, baby, no, you can't see me
Come get your mans, I know he wanna be me
But he can't be me, much less can he beat me, ayy
I just, just wanna know if you gon' stay
This is, this ain't no regular day
If he, if he run up, this chopper spray
She want labels, she keep calling me bae
(Ayy, CV, you cooked this?)
(Xhu on the mix)
(Fecony)
[Chorus]
You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah
You can't ball like me, can't make calls like me
I'ma hop up in that 'Rari, you gon' hop up in that jeep, yeah
Like Miami, I got heat, spent four hundred on these sneaks
Got these Raf Simons jeans, spent two K up on McQueen, yeah
[Verse 1]
They gon' make me hit my dance, Chris Breezy
Whole gang outta here just like Wheezy
She wanna be my bae, yeah, my boo, yeah, my sweetie
If he talking down, chopper ring like a squeegee, yeah
Just call me if you need me
Call me John Cena, baby, no, you can't see me
Come get your mans, I know he wanna be me
But he can't be me, much less can he beat me, ayy
I just, just wanna know if you gon' stay
This is, this ain't no regular day
If he, if he run up, this chopper spray
She want labels, she keep calling me bae
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