Ya Like That ft. Syno & Swats Lyrics

What do they know

What do they know, what do they know

Where are they coming from, where did they go

Where is the fire, where is the snow

What do they want, fuck if I know

What do I want, what do I want

Do I want money, do I want gold

Do I want models, do I want hoes

Do I want pussy do I want throat

That's why they don't like like me

That's why they don't write like me

Swats know how I like beats

Give me a black eye, please

I'm on that Chris Brown shit

'Bout to Kung Fu this bitch

Get her an eye patch, please

Talk about black eyed peas

I wanna run it, run it like the bolt

You gonna catch it, catch it like a ball

I'm not Picasso but shit, I can draw

Blood on my enemies, paint on the walls

Blood on the carpet and blood on the shoes

Blood on the denims and blood on the jewels

Blood in the forest right after the summer

Autumn is coming and they're gonna fall

I be on fire and I'm undeniable

I got the heat like I'm Ozai the fire lord

Look like I'm the avatar I'm in my element

Schooling these bitches that shit elementary

Talking about being and that's for a century

I got so many walls no one can get to me

I got telepathy I know this shit really meant to me

I got no empathy, Ellen DeGeneres, ah

Ya like that

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I said, what

Ya like that

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Ya like that

What do they know, what do they know

Where are they coming from, where did they go

Where is the fire, where is the snow

What do they want, fuck if I know

What do I want, what do I want

Do I want money, do I want gold

Do I want models, do I want hoes

Do I want pussy, do I want throat

I'm not a regular guy, I want irregular things

Don't want the girl of my dreams, I want the girl of my nightmares

I'm not a regular guy, I want irregular friends

Tired of regular friends, I gotta cut off the ends

Off with the noose that I tied, died and came back to life

Wait, did I say that right, right

I'm on that Five Guys, burgers and fries, beef on site right

I'm a survive nine lives nobody leaving alive right

I'm a arrive, rockstar vibe soon as I get on the mic

Silence, I'm talking

Please don't be pushing my buttons

I don't have the keys, but I'll throw the whole alphabet at you

If you wanna Scrabble you got it

I'll Scrabble you not this shit is too easy it's over

Get it, easy and over

Over easy I'm a practical yoker

Hasta la vista this boy is a goner

You started the gutter I've been going off and I'm still in abundance

The point, you're returning to chasing the bag

When the bag in the back of my Honda, I holler at miss pretty face

Once you come over here sit on my face it's like In-N-Out Burger the way that she tastes

I feel like Tay-K the way that I carry my AK no wonder they call it the race

You like that

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