Kalan.FrFr. – Sound Like Me Lyrics

Sound Like Me Lyrics by Kalan.FrFr. (feat. BlueBucksClan)
 

Hoppin’ out the ’64
With a lil’ thick ho
Bussin’ like a bitch, cold as shit, look at my wrist, ho
Bitch just hit my phone and had a fit, I got some dick for her
I think I got some kicks for her
No, I don’t got shit for her
Ay, bet a hunnid, we at the dice game, bitch, what it hit for?
These n***** want to sound like me
Shit, I got hits for ’em
Ay, these n***** wanna flood they streets
Shit, I got za for ’em
Shit, whoop they ass, get ’em for the low
Then charge the high for ’em

Ay, a n**** round me better not steal from me
‘Cause I’ll buy for him
I don’t know how bitches deal with me
I wanna cry for ’em
Yeah, we got the same shoes
But I ain’t stand outside for ’em
Yeah, she gave me that pussy
I ain’t even have to try for it
I just got some cookies
I ain’t even have to drive for it
I ain’t never said you was my bitch
What you lyin’ for?
I ain’t never told you this your dick
What you cryin’ for?
Yeah, how I’m blocked but you see all my shit
What you spyin’ for?

Hey, hoppin’ out the ’64
With a lil’ thick ho
Bussin’ like a bitch, cold as shit, look at my wrist, ho
Bitch just hit my phone and had a fit, I got some dick for her
I think I got some kicks for her
No, I don’t got shit for her
Ay, bet a hunnid, we at the dice game, bitch, what it hit for?
Yeah, these n***** want to sound like me
Shit, I got hits for ’em
Ay, these n***** wanna flood they streets
Shit, I got za for ’em
Shit, whoop they ass, get ’em for the low
Then charge the high for ’em

Hoppin’ out that Maybach
Everything I say facts
I was always taught, don’t show these bitches where you stay at
Got a driver, I don’t touch no pedals, I’ma lay back
I be in ’em trenches
Yeah, we chill where it ain’t safe at
Yeah, I don’t care if this shit packed, we bringin’ more bitches
I just poured a 4 to myself, I don’t want no liquor
I just want these hoes to get along, it could be so simple
Saw the baddest bitch on the gram, she don’t need no filter

Hoppin’ out a black truck
Model bitches lapped up
I was poured down off a duce, now I’m back up
Toss Celine down, told ’em I ain’t tryna match stuff
BucksClan, TWOFR, both of best worlds
Money flyin’ in the club on all the best girls
On the shaw, bleedin’ at the same spot they left Harold
Shootin’ hunnids in the trenches, yeah, what they hit for?
Pourin’ qua takin’ eighty dollar sips though

Hoppin’ out the ’64
With a lil’ thick ho
Bussin’ like a bitch, cold as shit, look at my wrist, ho
Bitch just hit my phone and had a fit, I got some dick for her
I think I got some kicks for her
No, I don’t got shit for her
Ay, bet a hunnid, we at the dice game, bitch, what it hit for?
Yeah, these n***** want to sound like me
Shit, I got hits for ’em
Ay, these n***** wanna flood they streets
Shit, I got za for ’em
Shit, whoop they ass, get ’em for the low
Then charge the high for ’em

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