A Boogie wit da Hoodie - Just Like Me Lyrics

Just Like Me Lyrics by A Boogie wit da Hoodie (feat. Young Thug)

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Sex me, don’t caress me I’m good I don’t wanna be your bestie
She like, wet me like a jetski, beat her to it I’ma do it if she let me
Yeah, get flee in a white tee, 200 on my neck it get icy
Yeah, you can’t be my wifey, you’re just like me
Sex me, don’t caress me I’m good I don’t wanna be your bestie
She like, wet me like a jetski, beat her to it I’ma do it if she let me
Uh, get flee in a white tee, 200 on my neck it get icy
Uh, you can’t be my wifey, you’re just like me

[Young Thug]
You’re just like me, You’re just like me
No you can’t be my wifey, be my nothing, you’re just like me
Ooh yeah, no you can’t be my bestie, you can’t be my wifey, you can’t be my nothing, you’re just like me
Tourin’ on the top of the world, limp with your name on the top of the world
Patek Phillipe you can spray with the syrup
Too true to the game to be fuckin’ the clerk
Pull off kick rocks you need a Masi’ skrt (skrt)
I seen Rihanna told her “make it work”
A Boogie was told to merk our verse
Pablo, politics get left on shirts
Test me, we be wrestling, I be coming from the top [?]
Met a [?] lil fine ting I be diggin’ in her drawers while in [?]
And I told her to call me ’cause I heard you was a stalker I like stalking
Batter up, shawty bossing, take a hit you gon’ end up in the nosebleed

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
You’re just like me, doin’ thotty things like it’s okay
When you’re talkin’ to me you say all the right things but if you don’t mean it then don’t say it
Ooh Gucci flip-flops with the right fragrance, we can switch spots I am not famous
But I got so much fuckin’ money I can not forget and I got so much on my mind I need a vacation
I got money on my mind wish I knew how to make it
She keep playin’ with the dick when she knew how to taste it
I got acres on my wrist but your neck is amazin’
And I don’t wanna do you dirty you know you my baby
And I would tell you anything ’cause I know you won’t say shit
Half the niggas that I know is a thief or a gangsta
Yeah I grew up around the block it get hot and he spray shit
I know I love you but don’t stop me from gettin’ this paper