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    "Just Like That" Lyrics

    Freda Payne feat. Mic Gillette

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    Just Like That

    [Violent J]
    Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
    Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
    Trying to find a clean pair of socks and a shirt
    Still sporting the same drawers even though they hurt
    In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill
    'cause it's flatter then a bitch on a big wheel
    I got a few money back and a little change
    So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings
    "What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
    She's got another friend with her and her dad's rich
    If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte
    guaranteed, we can fuck em both on the spot"
    Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill
    I want to let my nuts through the windmill
    He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark
    'cause I know he can get the fuckin Skylark
    He said he can, but he's broke and it needs gas
    But I want to buy these Faygo, think fast
    I know my brother Jump Steady's got a few bones
    But that's going through his shit when he ain't home
    "Nevermind J, Legs loned me a ten
    No need to get punched in your head again
    Tell Mike to scoop me up right away
    And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day"
    Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Winds on my feet
    Lock the house, and wait for em in the street
    I wish I had a piece of gum or something fuck
    My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts
    Here they come, nope, wasn't them
    Seems like the same car's driving by again
    It pulls up, "hey man, you're outta luck"
    What, what ya say man
    (gunshot)
    Fuck
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler, Mike E. Clark.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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