"More Than Likely" lyrics
"More Than Likely"
Rock out
Yo Pierre you wanna come in?
Rock out
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like
She like Jordan Ike
And my chain is ice
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like
I think more than like
I think more than likely
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like
She like Jordan (Nike)
And my chain is ice (icy)
Wipe your tears
Now they see you clearly
Rest in peace, I can feel you near me
Too much weight up on my shoulder
This is not me power cleaning
You're my future, I know my reading
Yeah, yeah
Niggas foul, they always reach me
Tongue out this bitch like a demon
Couple hoes like Robert Freeman
Cali hoes, they always scheming
(Whoa)
Uh huh
Her heart cold like Caesar nemec (whoa)
Money stretch for our true reason
Money just won't divide
Your bitch ain't never comply
These bitches, they on my side
She with me wrong or right
I'm letting her rock on my mind
It's like karaoke night
She said she love my work
It's like a poetry rhyme
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like
She like Jordan Nike (Nike)
And my chain is ice (no cap)
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like
She like Jordan Nike (Nike)
And my chain is ice (icy)
And she come in back to the crib
I think more than like (likely)
I think more than
I think more than likely
And she coming back to the crib
I think more than like
She like Jordan (Nike)
And my chain is ice (icy)
Yeah
I stick to myself
I go harder than most
I'm already up like I'm already woke
She already suck, she already throat
Steady, getting theses bag like a tote
Got these niggas mad I hope
She really want me to pass my dough
I really wanna smash his hoe
Like I'm playin' whack-a-mole
Men be chatting more than women
Racks and my wife sell and get 'em
Trap in beats like I'm sellin' rhythm
She want a fuckin' hotel, man
Hittin' her like I got nine in it
Go to the crib 'cause her dog friendly
Her legs on the air like she walk on the ceiling
Just one beat can make a man
She want a hero, but I'm a villain
I can't save they hoes, I'm like a killa
She tempted to stay the night, I feel it
Reminded herself I'm not like these niggas
She thinkin' I'm impressed
Call me P like Pleasure
Give her pleasure it's next level
I can't handle the pressure
Too much money, I can't miss
She wanna entertain like Cedric
I bought her a bed, she bless when she squeeze
My love is accepted
I'm ballin' on no ejection
She wanna keep me forever
Bitch, won't have me stressed
Me and the money do look better
Money just won't divide
You rich and never comply
These bitches, they on my side
She with me wrong or right
I'm lettin' her rock on my mic
It's like karaoke night
She said she didn't love my work
It's like a poetry rap
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like (ok)
She like Jordan (Nike)
And my chain is ice (icy)
And she comin back to the crib (hey)
I think more than like
She like Jordan Nike (Nike)
And my chain is ice
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like
I think more than likely
I think more than likely
And she comin back to the crib
I think more than like
She like Jordan Nike (Nike)
And my chain is ice (icy)
- AZLyrics
- P
- Pi'erre Bourne Lyrics
album:
"Made In Paris" (2025)
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