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Like Why Video (MV)




Performed By: Graffik
Featuring: Nizzy Løk
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Nate Rowe, Sean Reilly
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Graffik - Like Why Lyrics




[ Featuring Nizzy Løk ]

No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
Lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you, uh-huh
Lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
Ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad

No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
I'm tryna get to the racks, I'm just tryna get this bag
Why you tryna give me that face like, bae, like why you sad?
I'm finna pull in a Nissan, bitch, this ain't no 'Cat
Niggas, they steady hatin, call them boys my sons
Yeah, you don't think I'ma make it, yeah, lil' boy, you dumb
I know why they mad, I guess 'cause Niz the one
A nigga done stabbed my back, that's why I gotta keep my gun

I got stabbed right in my back, that's why I gotta keep my pistol
Know a nigga that had his pipe and he ain't blow that whistle
But a nigga, he try to run down, I sneeze, he need that tissue
If you talkin' down on Lo, I'll have lil' bro dismiss you
Have lil' cuzzy dirt him
I'm tryna hop out that SRT and we gon' white T-shirt him
I cannot f*ck with these lil' niggas, yeah, that boy a Gerber
I'ma tryna make it out to that place where you ain't ever heard of

She ain't used to wanna f*ck, but now she wanna run it back, yeah
Run it back, yeah, run it back, yeah
I stay in the field like a running back
I'll give you some bills if you keep this shit intact, yeah
Real cash
I just popped a pill, man, I think that shit gon' take me off the map, yeah
God damn, I'm so up right now, check the stats, yeah
I'm the one they ask for, body any track, yeah

What the f*ck you mean that I gotta put my double cup while I'm driving?
Pull up to the scene, man, them shots start flyin, yeah, them shots start flyin
Runnin' from police every time we hear the sirens, every time we hear the sirens
If your bitch real bad, she mine, I get high tryna ease my mind

No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
I'm tryna get to the racks, I'm just tryna get this bag
Why you tryna give me that face like, bae, like why you sad?
I'm finna pull in a Nissan, bitch, this ain't no 'Cat
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English

No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
Lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you, uh-huh
Lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
Ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad

No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
I'm tryna get to the racks, I'm just tryna get this bag
Why you tryna give me that face like, bae, like why you sad?
I'm finna pull in a Nissan, bitch, this ain't no 'Cat
Niggas, they steady hatin, call them boys my sons
Yeah, you don't think I'ma make it, yeah, lil' boy, you dumb
I know why they mad, I guess 'cause Niz the one
A nigga done stabbed my back, that's why I gotta keep my gun

I got stabbed right in my back, that's why I gotta keep my pistol
Know a nigga that had his pipe and he ain't blow that whistle
But a nigga, he try to run down, I sneeze, he need that tissue
If you talkin' down on Lo, I'll have lil' bro dismiss you
Have lil' cuzzy dirt him
I'm tryna hop out that SRT and we gon' white T-shirt him
I cannot f*ck with these lil' niggas, yeah, that boy a Gerber
I'ma tryna make it out to that place where you ain't ever heard of

She ain't used to wanna f*ck, but now she wanna run it back, yeah
Run it back, yeah, run it back, yeah
I stay in the field like a running back
I'll give you some bills if you keep this shit intact, yeah
Real cash
I just popped a pill, man, I think that shit gon' take me off the map, yeah
God damn, I'm so up right now, check the stats, yeah
I'm the one they ask for, body any track, yeah

What the f*ck you mean that I gotta put my double cup while I'm driving?
Pull up to the scene, man, them shots start flyin, yeah, them shots start flyin
Runnin' from police every time we hear the sirens, every time we hear the sirens
If your bitch real bad, she mine, I get high tryna ease my mind

No, it ain't shit to chill 'cause, yeah, lil' bitch, you bad
I'm tryna get to the racks, I'm just tryna get this bag
Why you tryna give me that face like, bae, like why you sad?
I'm finna pull in a Nissan, bitch, this ain't no 'Cat
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Writer: Nate Rowe, Sean Reilly
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