Correction Lyrics That’s What I Like by Ray J

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Big truck and some jumper cables
Cocaine on the coffee table
Bad b*t*h with her clit pierced
'Cause she always like to get that pu**y played with
40k for the Carti bracelet
Audemars strap alligator
Wife at home in the kitchen
Cooking collard greens with that London bacon
High as f**k yeah we're in the Matrix
Private jet with the Fendi blanket
Premium n***as we're in incubators
And them f**k n***as b*t*hes pu**y stinkin'
Gucci suit with the cigarette
Poker face with the biggest bet
Big homie got the dollars
Told the judge in Texas don't hold him yet
Young JJ with the dynamite
But they ain't seen the explosion yet
Sticky Ricky with the gold chains
The Versace pendant starting to choke my neck
Young pimpin' call me Dolomain
Million dollars in the Samsonite
Only drink that rocky roc
If the coke a double and the soda bakin'
That's that sh*t that I like
Right there I like
That's the real sh*t that I like
That's just the sh*t that I like
Right there I like
That's the real sh*t that I like
That's just the sh*t that I like
Big trucks big blunts bumin'
Oh my ex b*t*h higher learnin'
Real n***as smokin' marijuana
While the b*t*hes sniffin' that Uma Thurman
Young JJ with the dynamite
Got the biggest breasts and the biggest thighs
Private jet to Louisville
Just to get the chicken Kentucky fried
That's that sh*t that I like
Right there I like
That's the real sh*t that I like
That's just the sh*t that I like
Right there I like
That's the real sh*t that I like
That's just the sh*t that I like
Pimpin', pimpin', I don't sponsor chicks
These stupid hoes lacking competence
I break hearts, records and accomplishments
But I know I'm dope say the compliments
Pimpin all over the continents
With no rules, no consequence
When I finish f**king I'ma call the Uber
Send her home with nothing but some confidence
Cocaine on the coffee table, marijuana on the roily track
But somebody please somebody tell me why the lighters always float away
Keep them b*t*hes by the bakers dozen
Truthly hotter than the bakers oven
Only in the club if we making something
'Cause we been the realest we ain't faking nothing
Walking places I can hear the mumbles
But that's just part of living in the jungle
Build a wall and I'ma dig a tunnel
But they disappear when it's time to rumble
Chasing money never chasing broads
It's pimpin' baby and you know the laws
When we win awards we ain't giving speeches
We just flick em off while they all applaud
That's that sh*t that I like
Right there I like
That's the real sh*t that I like
That's just the sh*t that I like
Right there I like
That's the real sh*t that I like
That's just the sh*t that I like
Diamonds when I walk in
I hear them talking, yeah
That's what I like
Brought all the bad ones with me, a whole committee
'Cause that's what I like
Sippin' apple juice and Henny in the back of the Mulsanne
With diamonds on my pinky ring
'Cause that's what I like
Chauffeurs speeding on the highway, I got two naked
That's what I like, yeah

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