Listen to Like Them (feat. Tory Lanez & Rick Ross) by Jeezy

Like Them (feat. Tory Lanez & Rick Ross)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jeezy

Vocals

Rick Ross

Vocals

Tory Lanez

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sean Seaton

Songwriter

Daystar Peterson

Daystar Peterson

Songwriter

Adam Feeney

Songwriter

Jay Jenkins

Songwriter

Mychal Anthony McIntyre

Mychal Anthony McIntyre

Songwriter

William Roberts

William Roberts

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Neenyo

Producer

Tone Mason

Producer

Frank Dukes

Co-Producer

Karl Heilbron

Recording Engineer

Johann Chavez

Recording Engineer

Thomas "Tomcat" Bennett

Thomas "Tomcat" Bennett

Recording Engineer

John Scott

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah

This is dedicated to them

Them solid bitches out there, you now

Dedicated to the real ones, uh

Talk to 'em homie, yeah

[Verse 2]

I could ride for you, baby

(Yeah)

Fuckin' with a **** like me

You know the limit is the sky for you, baby

(You know what this shit is)

Come slide with me, baby

(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]

You nothing like them, no

(I need a bitch like you)

Like them, no nothing like them

(So I won't fuck with bitches like them)

Nothing like them

(Like them, like them, like them)

On no

[Verse 4]

Shorty's a rider she know I'm a roller

Lend me your ear, baby, just let me hold ya

I hustle, I got plenty ambition what's not to love

I got her is she need anything yeah that's my thug

'Cause she loyal, she all about that loyalty

Rollie on that wrist, now she looking like royalty

Yeah, we kick back sippin' Avion in the glass

Plus she got 'em rolled up, smack that ass, hit the gas

As I exhale she sittin' behind me rubbin' my back

Got me going out like Pookie or something that pussy crack

Meanwhile I'm kicked back visualizing them stacks

Said, my **** just do what you do I got ya back

[Verse 5]

I could ride for you, baby

Fuckin' with a **** like me

You know the limit is the sky for you, baby

Come slide with me, baby

You nothing like them, no

(I need a bitch like you)

Like them, no

(So I won't fuck with bitches like them)

Nothing like them

Nothing like them

(It's that rich **** shit)

Oh no

[Verse 6]

(Maybach Music)

[Verse 7]

Fendi heels, my Atalanta bitch out in Windy Hill

She too real, left her in the room with like twenty mil

When she get back in Miami when we did the deal

In the middle of war, fuck it I'mma let 'em live

Get this money 'fore they sentence me to a 100 years

Fuck her slow might tell her where some of the money hid

Fell in love, must be told she the one I need

Only rule you roll with me that mean you roll that weed

Settle down, twenty thousand to go and get a gown

Wear the crown menage trios, it's whatever now

Chanel shoes, Chanel bag, Chanel dress, call her Chanel

She exhale only the best, I'm the biggest boss

[Verse 8]

I could ride for you, baby

Fuckin' with a **** like me

You know the limit is the sky for you, baby

(Maybach Music)

Come slide with me, baby

(Yeah)

(My **** young)

You nothing like them, no

(I need a bitch like you)

Like them, no

(So I won't fuck with bitches like them)

Nothing like them

Nothing like them

Oh no

[Verse 9]

I feel them other broads be doing too much, let's keep it real

And I ain't tryna hear all that, call Doctor Phil

Best believe that I ain't got no time for these lame hoes

You know how the game, in the club in her girl clothes

Tryna tell me baby that you can't afford your heels

Yet you tryna to push up on a **** worth these mills

And she help with the stove, damn right she a chef

I ain't playin no games, when she out need a ref

When she in the bedroom, shit she get nasty and shit

When it's time to hit the streets, she get classy and shit

Sendin' pictures to my phone, see I'm like what the hell

Love ain't always A1, swear to god it never fails I need a

Bitch like you

Yeah, uh huh

So I won't fuck with bitches like them

[Verse 10]

I could ride for you, baby

**** with a **** like me

You know the limit is the sky for you, baby

Come slide with me, baby

You nothing like them, no

(I need a bitch like you)

Like them, no

(So I won't fuck with bitches like them)

Nothing like them

Nothing like them

Oh no

(It's that shit you do)

(Yeah uh huh)

That's why I don't fuck with bitches like them

Written by: A. McIntyre, Daystar Peterson, Frank Dukes, Jeezy, Sean Seaton, William Roberts

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