OXH - Like They Used to (feat. Shaun Wolf) Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
(OXH Beats)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
(I say that)
I'm on I'm on (On)
God mode with the light (Sun)
Blocking numbers in my phone (Phone)
You just might've been the right (One)
I'm grown so grown (Grown)
Can tell me how to live my life (None)
I've been in 'n out my zone
'Cause they do not love you
When you doing you
And they hate it 'cause
They could be doing the same
Keep that same energy
When we in public
That shit that you been talkin'
In private is lame
I'm in that big body
Swerving 'n smoking
My feet out the window
I take up two lanes (Lanes, lanes)
Bumping that belly
She love makaveli
But how did she end up in two chains
Now that I'm runnin' like usain
I hit the ground like a track star
I move in the night like I'm
Bruce Wayne
But she keep on taking my mask off
She wanna tell me her ass soft
I'm cumin' and girl that's
Your ass fault
I move in the night like I'm
Bruce Wayne
And she keep on taking my mask off
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
(I say that)
I'm on I'm on (On)
God mode with the light (Sun)
Blocking numbers in my phone (Phone)
You just might've been the right (One)
I'm grown so grown (Grown)
Can tell me how to live my life (None)
I've been in 'n out my zone
Lanskey
Look
Look
Please do not tell me you need me
When I ain't have nothing
You didn't believe in me
(Believe in me)
I don' have grams in my boxers
I look like a rocker
Your girl want to creep with me (Creep with me)
Son I'm on touchable
You just been buying
These bitches bouquets
I'm with a model I just hit Rodeo (Uh)
You come at me wrong
You gon' live in the grave
I used to hate Gucci it grew on me (Grew on me)
Yankee logo on my wallet son (Wallet son)
I'll still rob watch your pockets son (Son)
I hate LA just being honest
I don't like the climate
Suck it 'till she vomit
Got it stuck inside her
Lamborghini driving
Portofino dinin'
Pomodoro Pasta Fendi my designer
Energy is mobster
Throwing up La Nuova
Son
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I say that