**That"S How You Like It (Feat Jay-Z)** Lyrics
**That"S How You Like It (Feat Jay-Z)** Lyrics |
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**That"S How You Like It (Feat Jay-Z)** Lyricsby Beyonce Buy album CD: Other Songs 0 - IF That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How I Like It, baby I need a thug that’ll have my back Do-rag, Nike Airs to match Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that That’s how I like it, baby Where my thugs at? White T-Shirt, I love that Timberland boots, you does that, it’s a fact That’s how I like it, baby I like the way you walk The way you talk The way you dress The way you smile I like the way you are The way you ain’t I like your honesty, integrity, It levels me, so please don’t ever change That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How I Like It, baby I like the way you brush your hair I like the stylish clothes you wear It’s just the real things you do That’s why I wanna stick with you Where my girls at? Let them know we love that Sexy way they does that (you did that) That’s how I like it, baby I hope you like my style The way I dress The way I flirt Say yes I hope you like my mind The things I say If I’m with you, then I’m with only you My loyalty will never, ever change That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How I Like It, baby I know you’ve heard I’m a gangsta They say “Stay away from them gangstaz” They never change up, or pull they pants up, Well, baby girl, put ya foot down Don’t let‘em push you around, you know what you like Baby thug, you know wrong from right You done felt grown before This can’t be what it feel like And they don’t really know whatcha feel like, for instance They don’t know the difference between real life And the music videos & the raggedy magazines They have it badder than he seems All they see is my baggy jeans, my attitude I ain’t mad at you, it’s just my Clyde Way I wear my hat to the side Way I lean real low when I ride That’s why my minds, they like my walk My accent from New York My way of thinking is slightly off They like the way he floss Leave the block on a bike, he come back on a Porsche But of course Most of all, they like my honesty, integrity, my loyalty Young Hovah & the Letter B How you like that, huh? That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How You Like It, huh That’s How I Like It, baby
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