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Gunplay

Genres: Hip-Hop

Be Like Me Lyrics - Gunplay

I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold 

All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul 

As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me 

Watch how I move, I got degrees on my feet 

Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car 

Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star 

Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk 

Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk 

Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it 

Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it 

Problems, I'ma don, put in all my effort 

Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka 

Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown 

Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you're going down 

 

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Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? 

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? 

I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body? 

Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti 

 

Step on the block, they wanna be like me 

Look at his watch, he wanna be like me 

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me 

I fear no man, it's time to move this key 

I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot 

Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top 

Step out the car, all they see is the gold 

All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul 

 

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So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay 

A player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake 

Comin' through the janky bitch shootin' me the fuck face 

I ain't sparin' bitches round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe 

You know what I'm bout, I'm bout that motherfuckin' action 

Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches 

Got a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain't no ashes 

Keep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes 

Who wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie 

Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it 

Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer 

Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number 

You talking crazy but me and you know 

I take it down like I been here before 

I go OD like someone tripled the dose 

Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope 

 

Step on the block, they wanna be like me 

Look at his watch, he wanna be like me 

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me 

I fear no man, it's time to move this key 

I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot 

Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top 

Step out the car, all they see is the gold 

All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul 

 

When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt 

They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth 

Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st 

I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst 

I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Aire when I pour it 

Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign 

You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don 

Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long 

They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure 

Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor 

Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum) 

Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum) 

Niggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers 

Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka 

I be whippin' the rock, you be trippin' on thots 

I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot 

 

Step on the block, they wanna be like me 

Look at his watch, he wanna be like me 

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me 

I fear no man, it's time to move this key 

I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot 

Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top 

Step out the car, all they see is the gold 

All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul 

 

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? 

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body? 

I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body? 

Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti 

 

Step out the car, all they see is the gold 

All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul 

But they think it's my soul 

But they think it's my soul 

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