Music Video

Lil Durk - They Want To Be You [Ft. Future] (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will A Fool
Will A Fool
Producer

Lyrics

Pluto You wanna say it Say what-, say what you want Say, say what you want Real nigga idol, man, they wanna be just like you You're trainin' hos to stay on go, I'm just like you (oh) Get plenty women, plenty money just like you Bitch dressed in Fendi and designer just like you (oh) Totin' the semi, it's extended, I'm just like you Made it out the bottom, X-pill poppers, I'm just like you (oh) Before I made a million dollars, I paid my dues I can't be stopped, I can't be stopped, I just refuse (oh) Took my time with it, I had to grind for this Out of my mind for this, canary diamonds (oh) Trust, I'm climbing, got it down to a science G6, global, that's what I'm flyin' in (oh) I had to change my mindset, that's where you decline at You don't know if that's your baby yet which your lil' lyin' ass (oh) They ain't even hook up my cable yet, my shit was down bad Bail's bond say I can't link with Von, bought brodie a writin' pad (oh) How you take her to Louis Vuitton, but leave your dawgs with all tabs? Took a champagne shower, now she taking all baths (oh) See, I'd rather pay scammers, I had to pay them all half If you told, you a coward, you gon' hang with all rats (oh) Hey Smurk, all the kids rap, they wanna be just like you Hey Durk, my family hurt me, they did me just like you (oh) Hey rapper, I know a street nigga live just like you The name, the fame, the game, they just like you (oh) When I'm hurt, I don't wanna vent, mama, I'm just like you Took my uncle watch to a pawn shop, I'm just like you (oh) Hey Rappy, just keep your mouth closed, there's somethin' to lose, nothin' to prove Unfortunately, somethin' to you (oh) Real nigga idol, man, they wanna be just like you You're trainin' hos to stay on go, I'm just like you (oh) Get plenty women, plenty money just like you Bitch dressed in Fendi and designer just like you (oh) Street nigga livin' like he rap just like you I put my family on the map just like you (oh) Money, bitches, fame, made a name just like you Smashin' exotics for a hobby, I'm just like you (oh) Hey Smurk, all the kids rap, they wanna be just like you Hey Durk, my family hurt me, they did me just like you (oh) Hey rapper, I know a street nigga live just like you The name, the fame, the game, they just like you (oh) (Oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Durk D Banks, Willie Jerome Byrd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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