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    "Can't Do It Like Me" Lyrics

    Azealia Banks

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    Bitches better off leavin' their mans at the hotel waitin'
    Players drinkin', posted up flingin' out bands
    That's for them hoes be naked
    Poppin' pussy, pullin' it, shakin' it
    Smokin' hot, boilin' pot
    She got that chocha, that cobra, that clutch-em-up
    I make 'em wide, I make 'em holler
    Blow these niggas away now
    Won't fuck a nigga twice
    Smokin' ices, rollin' dice
    Rice and peas on my hips and thighs
    Python g-string hypnotized
    Motorboat, motorbike
    You should be lucky I even acknowledge you
    You should be lucky I shot you that alley-oop
    You was just cruisin' the streets, nigga

    Pretty A.B., them bitches can't do it like me, no way
    American dream, pussy be peppermint clean, okay
    You sweatin' that steez, I'm hot like a hundred degrees, okay
    Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like me
    Pretty A.B., them bitches can't do it like me, no way
    American dream, pussy be peppermint clean, okay
    You sweatin' that steez, I'm hot like a hundred degrees, okay
    Pretty A.B., y'all bitches can't do it like this

    Costa bottles, that bougie bae
    That diva donna, that...
    Chocolate bombshell, honey glazed
    She bustin' out of her bustier
    Rich niggas, what up?
    Burn them fuckin' hundreds
    Christian Lacroix from their pockets
    Trips to the tropics, I want it
    I let him spend this paper, but I never lick his lolli
    He eat my pussy out and sing to me like Champagne Papi
    La-di-da-di, now who gon' fuckin' stop me?
    I'm chasin' the buck, I'm pretty
    That's why niggas got to watch me
    Woke up in the projects, ended up in Tijuana
    I had to fill my pockets, had to holla at my gualas
    Dollars, commas, get it, the whole enchilada
    Diamond, pesos, papi, comprende, nigga?
    Papi
    Shout out to my aquis and all my freaky hotties
    Bitches gettin' money, smokin' like Selassi
    Let me rub them hundreds all over your body
    Mami

    Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like me
    Y'all bitches can't do it like me
    Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like uh uh
    Y'all bitches can't do it like this
    Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like uh
    Y'all bitches can't do it like this
    This song was submitted on November 26th, 2016.
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