"Just Like That" lyrics
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back, ha
Just when they thought I stopped
I'm back to knock they tooth out like Chrisean Rock
Of course, I am a pop star, I been pop
I been going all night, now the girls hot, hot, ha
Told them people they can't mess with me
And if they slow I can also spell it out in Twi
Firi ha sei k, get the fuck away from me
S3 wo antia I can promise ya 3b3y3 jumpy
The outfit is Jean P, the diamonds is Van Cleef
Steppin' in two C's and the body is so tea
Gotta go hard cause they countin' on me
We need this black rock star back pon your TV, huh
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Dressed in Phoebe but I do not philo
She say her shit sick, well, mine psycho
The baddest bitch out of all the girls, you and I know
I'm on my own dick, real spit, bitch, you can swallow
Bitch, I look A1, don't need no AI (Huh)
Feel like Mr. Vegas, ooh, my head high (Tuh)
Ain't no fuckin' with Miss Bree
Bitch, I cunt so hard, call me Auntie Cunty
Nah, nah, you can't take the spot that was saved for me
Like a custom fit, this shit was made for me
Unsubscribed from the metrics 'cause it ain't for me
Indie but I'ma still do it majorly (Uh)
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back, ha
Just when they thought I stopped
I'm back to knock they tooth out like Chrisean Rock
Of course, I am a pop star, I been pop
I been going all night, now the girls hot, hot, ha
Told them people they can't mess with me
And if they slow I can also spell it out in Twi
Firi ha sei k, get the fuck away from me
S3 wo antia I can promise ya 3b3y3 jumpy
The outfit is Jean P, the diamonds is Van Cleef
Steppin' in two C's and the body is so tea
Gotta go hard cause they countin' on me
We need this black rock star back pon your TV, huh
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Dressed in Phoebe but I do not philo
She say her shit sick, well, mine psycho
The baddest bitch out of all the girls, you and I know
I'm on my own dick, real spit, bitch, you can swallow
Bitch, I look A1, don't need no AI (Huh)
Feel like Mr. Vegas, ooh, my head high (Tuh)
Ain't no fuckin' with Miss Bree
Bitch, I cunt so hard, call me Auntie Cunty
Nah, nah, you can't take the spot that was saved for me
Like a custom fit, this shit was made for me
Unsubscribed from the metrics 'cause it ain't for me
Indie but I'ma still do it majorly (Uh)
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin'—
Just like—, just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like—, just-just-just-just—, mother—, yeah, we're back
Just like that, yeah, we're motherfuckin' back
Writer(s): Richard Zastenker, Johannes Klahr, Finn Keane, Brenda Wireko Mensah
