[Verse 1]
(I like) A really hot morn
Wakin' up going at it so rough she get her top torn
I like feelin' like I shot porn
I like Buncha Crunch inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
(Yeah I like that) I like my people and crew
That know when it come to me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we go) android over iPhone
But I'm thinkin' of gettin' one equaling two
I like the fans, I feel like I'm y'all play brother
Super elite and I bе rippin' it all day for ya
I like red, white, black and all gray colors
And thе ethnic aisle at Walmart is Raw Shea butter
I like to (leave alone) issues and goin' all petty rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like (Creed cologne) if you ain't knowin' already I ain't tellin' you which one
I like I'ma black king that'll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my Converse and boots
And in my shell toes that I bought off a Melrose
Without jackers tryna kill me peel me like Velcro
I like the high bro I've been when I go hidin'
I like to microdose chocolate Psilocybin
Tech just showed out, when I exit blowed route
I like grilled barbecue chicken at Texas Roadhouse
[Chorus]
(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream 'bout green and other things
(I like) hey but now I'm stepping way clean I'm king at everything
(I like) Ayy this ain't to make the fans bring me things know what I mean
(I like) the way I'm spittin', way that I'm living ayy I like the way
I like!
(I like) A really hot morn
Wakin' up going at it so rough she get her top torn
I like feelin' like I shot porn
I like Buncha Crunch inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
(Yeah I like that) I like my people and crew
That know when it come to me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we go) android over iPhone
But I'm thinkin' of gettin' one equaling two
I like the fans, I feel like I'm y'all play brother
Super elite and I bе rippin' it all day for ya
I like red, white, black and all gray colors
And thе ethnic aisle at Walmart is Raw Shea butter
I like to (leave alone) issues and goin' all petty rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like (Creed cologne) if you ain't knowin' already I ain't tellin' you which one
I like I'ma black king that'll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my Converse and boots
And in my shell toes that I bought off a Melrose
Without jackers tryna kill me peel me like Velcro
I like the high bro I've been when I go hidin'
I like to microdose chocolate Psilocybin
Tech just showed out, when I exit blowed route
I like grilled barbecue chicken at Texas Roadhouse
[Chorus]
(I like)
Hey back then I used to daydream 'bout green and other things
(I like) hey but now I'm stepping way clean I'm king at everything
(I like) Ayy this ain't to make the fans bring me things know what I mean
(I like) the way I'm spittin', way that I'm living ayy I like the way
I like!
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