Sanni Just Like That song lyrics

Just Like Easy, nigga I'm ruthless

Catch me with yours breezy pushing that new whip

Drop top new 6 white on white new kicks

I'm just pimping cross the world like Ludacris

But niggas in the hood saying "MIMS done sold out"

See me in the club and they pulling that gold out

But they don't know I'm with the same niggas I came with

Same niggas from the hood, niggas I bang with

So shit ain't change different hood the same shit

"ain't no half stepping'" on some Big Daddy kane shit

I walk like hustler pimping hustlers language

We don't know each other 'cause you hustle is ancient

You way too old nigga, I flow like H 20 nigga know

Every place you go nigga, I know you

Pumping on that shring that's right nigga I own you

Bring the hook in now somethin' for me to zone to

Just Like that, a nigga blow up and do good now the hood don't want you back nigga

Just Like that, they see you on the cover of that "Fortune Five" and catch heart attacks yeah

Just Like That, uh huh uh huh

Just Like that

You can't go back now

Just Like That, uh huh uh huh

Just like That

You Can't Go back now

I'm looking for that sunshine but I ain't lil flipper

Yeah I'm a star but I ain't the lil dipper

Always been bad forever since a lil nigga so bitches

Love my swag used to call me lil jigga

Corey sedmonds you need to bring it to the streets

So now I'm just chilling in the belly of the beast waiting for my

Release date, a nigga hungry as hell

But I be damned if you catch me walking for some cheesecake

I be in each state new bitch on my arm new twenty on

The chain another six on the charm

I'm a don motherfucker kiss the ring when you see me

See I do what I do like I do it for T.V

I'm too hot, so now its all eyes on me like 2pac

Riding round on my lap got 2 Glocks

This rap shit done made me crazy

If it ain't about the money nigga "Fuck You pay me"

You was never in my class yous a bitch

Thought you was shit now you class dismissed

You story ain't real enough lies keep building up you bitchmaid

Homie so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'cause I don't a gun for you ass

I'll give you ass a head start for I run for you ass

FATBOY I'm watching you put on a act boy

I thought you was my man you gone do me like that boy

But you know what they say and I'm calling it out

When the pressure cook up, the true colors come out

Vaseline in your ass and a dick in your mouth

Sit back and got the industry tricking you out

You're a bitch nigga, sell you soul or get rich nigga

So I guess it time to expose you whole shit nigga

You're truly MIMS, they last soldier

The lesson for today is done class over