Like Me
Chase Icon Lyrics


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You bitches ain′t like me
Brand-new style, 120's on the feet
And I don′t do a thing for the free
All up in the Ritz, and we're fucking to the beat

Ice cream Kelly on me
Lemonade bob, let it dance in the breeze
We're getting tan in the Keys
I need an X′ pill, and a man with a sleaze

You bitches ain′t like me
You bitches ain't like me (just stop it)
You bitches ain′t like me
You bitches ain't like me (just stop it)

Pull up at the show, then they hit me with the profit
You try to do my walk, but you really just talk it
I can play a snippet, and they′re begging me to drop it
Post it on my page 'cause I know you bitches stalk it

Stop it, get another topic
You′re not a brat, bitch, you're a Polly Pocket
I got the nerve to put you bitches on the docket
I see your ugly ass avi' and I block it (block it)

You bitches ain′t like me
You bitches ain′t like me (just stop it)
You bitches ain't like me
You bitches ain′t like me (just stop it)

You bitches ain't like me
Brand-new style ′cause I never repeat
And I don't do a thing for the free
All up in the Ritz, and we′re fucking to the beat

Ice cream Kelly on me
Lemonade bob in the breeze, tan in the Keys
I'm 'bout to get up on my knees
′Cause I need an X′ pill, and a man who could do it like me

I like it rough and harder than a diamond
H-he can hit the blunt while he's breaking in my hymen
I-I can make him do what I say like Simon
So soft, but he′s built like a lineman

Back to the money
All you bitches owe me for paying your rent
And no, you can't come backstage at my event
′Cause baby, I'm a VIP, nobody put you on the list

Sorry sis′, I wouldn't have it this way
Sorry, I'm pretty and easy to hate
Sorry, the gays let you think that you ate
But it′s over, bitch, now give me that plate!

You bitches ain′t like me
You bitches ain't like me (just stop it)
You bitches ain′t like me
You bitches ain't like me (just stop it)

(Just stop it)
(Chase Icon) just stop it (ice cream Kelly on me)
(Just stop it) ice cream Kelly on me (you bitches ain′t like)




(Stop it) ice cream Kelly on me
(Stop it, stop it) c-cream on me (you bitches ain't like)

Overall Meaning

In Chase Icon's song "Like Me," the artist asserts their dominance over those who wish to imitate their style and persona. The opening lines declare that those who seek to emulate the artist are inferior, as Chase Icon boasts a new style and expensive footwear that others cannot match. The lyrics continue with various references to luxury items, such as Ice cream Kelly and Lemonade bob, which further emphasize the artist's wealth and status. The artist is unapologetically sexual throughout the song, even referencing needing an X pill and a man who can keep up with their desires.


The song also contains lines that address competitors and haters, with Chase Icon insisting that they are owed money and denying access to their events. The repeated phrase "just stop it" is used throughout the song to shut down critics and to reinforce the idea that Chase Icon is superior to others in every way. Overall, "Like Me" is a song that showcases the artist's braggadocio and unapologetic attitude toward their music, style, and sexuality.


Line by Line Meaning

You bitches ain′t like me
No one can compare to me


Brand-new style, 120's on the feet
My style is unique and I wear expensive shoes


And I don′t do a thing for the free
I don't work for free or do things for others without getting paid


All up in the Ritz, and we're fucking to the beat
I'm living the high life and having sex to the music


Ice cream Kelly on me
I have the diamond jewelry and a cool demeanor


Lemonade bob, let it dance in the breeze
My yellow hair is flowing in the wind


We're getting tan in the Keys
I'm vacationing at a tropical location to get a tan


I need an X′ pill, and a man with a sleaze
I want drugs and a man who is promiscuous


Pull up at the show, then they hit me with the profit
I make a lot of money when I perform


You try to do my walk, but you really just talk it
Others try to imitate my style, but they can't pull it off


I can play a snippet, and they′re begging me to drop it
When I tease my music, people want to hear more of it


Post it on my page 'cause I know you bitches stalk it
I post on social media because I know people are interested in what I do


Stop it, get another topic
Stop talking about me and find something else to discuss


You′re not a brat, bitch, you're a Polly Pocket
You're not as important as you think you are


I got the nerve to put you bitches on the docket
I'm confident enough to challenge others and put them on trial


I see your ugly ass avi' and I block it (block it)
I see your unattractive profile picture and block you


Brand-new style ′cause I never repeat
I always have a new and unique style


Ice cream Kelly on me
I have a cool and collected attitude with expensive jewelry


I'm 'bout to get up on my knees
I'm going to do something I'm not proud of for drugs and a man


′Cause I need an X′ pill, and a man who could do it like me
I need drugs and a man who is as promiscuous as I am


I like it rough and harder than a diamond
I enjoy rough and intense sex


H-he can hit the blunt while he's breaking in my hymen
He can smoke weed while we have sex for the first time


I-I can make him do what I say like Simon
I'm in control of the sexual relationship


So soft, but he′s built like a lineman
He may seem gentle, but he's physically strong


All you bitches owe me for paying your rent
Others owe me money for supporting them financially


And no, you can't come backstage at my event
You're not allowed to come backstage at my show


′Cause baby, I'm a VIP, nobody put you on the list
I'm important and exclusive, and others don't have access to what I have


Sorry sis′, I wouldn't have it this way
I'm not going to let anyone bring me down or change me


Sorry, I'm pretty and easy to hate
I'm attractive and people resent me because of it


Sorry, the gays let you think that you ate
Don't think you're better than me just because the gay community supports you


But it′s over, bitch, now give me that plate!
I'm taking control and demanding what's mine




Writer(s): Richard Lee Smallwood, Solange Knowles, Mathew Knowles, Alex K Jr Gyesi

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