Siya - n***a Like Me lyrics

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Siya - n***a Like Me lyrics

[Pre-Hook: Chris Brown] Mo money mean mo problems Give a f** about you n***as Mo models a hudred bottles I'm stuntin' on you n***as We takin' your girl It's me and my n***as Go figure, go figure Got em [Hook: Chris Brown] A n***a like me She really want a n***a like me A n***a like me She only want a n***a like me A n***a like me Only want a n***a like me A n***a like me She said she like a n***a like me [Verse 1: Siya] Hol' up She really want a n***a with some deep pockets She really want a n***a that be stunitn' She really want a n***a that'll take her to the club and buy bottle all night just enough for a n***a You really can't afford her I ride around in whip that's a porter She know I'm gon' spoil her I'm a hood n***a, and she love it Came from the bottom but I been getting money Out the pen though I never leave the club without a chopper Good luck if a n***a try and rob her Four chains on all never touch sh** in Fly a** n***as all the hoes wanna f** with I'm higher then heaven I'm higher than heaven I'm blowing Jamaica Loud packs shawty I don't never smoke vapors Start cuffin' that b**h 'fore I take her [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 2: Chris Brown] You f** around and hate me I'ma take your b**h Take your chain, n***a take your sh** I ain't never ever been broke f**in' with amigo, spending those pesos b**h Put your hands up, n***a sit down I box a n***a with these six rounds I ain't gotta say two words But when I pull up to the curb you motherf**ers just get down Wanna talk about money, n***a look at these hundreds I could do it by myself, no help n***a who runnin? Look, Chuck Taylor's make me run fast Left hook, click pow that's a gun jab And a n***a wanna smile when you layin' down Silly n***a talkin' sh** now he toe tag [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 3: Problem] Whaaat If you got a hot nine teach us You motherf**ers sure gon' learn 'bout me Never low yeah I'm always high key Yo' nine last time n***a uses ID Always real n***as in my background Fifty deep in the club, no pat downs (yeah) Lacin' the shoes cause we run it And my hoes ain't [?] for nothin' Cause I am the man (man) I am the man, I am the man Your homie he ran You think it's a bed the way I would lie on his stand For all of my fam' I done done it already I see you love me already She feel it all in her belly This money [?] is [?] Your boy got a head bigger than [?] Come on [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]