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Don't Like
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Rick Ross
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I seen a homeboy die in cold blood Eyes rolled in his head wasn't no love His momma sold pussy daddy was a fiend He from a place where niggas don't believe in dreams Niggas snorting powder (Maybach Music) I seen a homeboy die in cold blood Eyes rolled in his head, wasn't no love His momma sold pussy, daddy was a fiend He from a place where niggas don't believe in dreams Niggas snorting powder, get your head right Get your dick sucked, sittin' at the red light Now you catchin' cases Talkin home invasions How you get a bond How the fuck you playin' Can't be playin games on the home field Open up like a YAGHHHH, when that dome peel, YAGHHH We didn't have shit when we went to school Now it's flatscreens up in every room Nigga do the math bucket full of crab Tub full of money candy on the slab Teflon underneath my fresh tag Bal harbour walkin out with 40 bags I could fuck a model for an autograph 8 cars, still make her call a cab Shoutout to Def Jam Shoutout to Warner Brothers Shoutout to Dope Boys We all need each other I’m in Anguilla, I’m smoking killer We run the game, pussy boy go cry a river A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like They smile in my face is what I don't like They steal your whole sound: that's a soundbite The media crucify me like they did Christ They want to find me not breathin' like they found Mike A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite But I'd never hit a woman, never in my life I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife' In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice Eatin' good: vegetarian with the brown rice Girls kissin' girls ‘cause it's hot, right? But unless they use a strap-on, then they not dykes They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life We hangin' out that window: it's about to be a Suge night Free Bump J, real nigga for life Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man, that nigga nice Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie, right? Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? Right?! A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like Don't like, don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Fake Gucci, that's that shit that I don't like Smokin' on this dope, higher than a kite This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe Screamin', "Sosa, that's that nigga that I like!" I don't want relations, I just want one night ‘Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like I got tats up on my arm ‘cause this shit is life And I stunt so much in clothes ‘cause I'm livin' life I come up on the scene, and I'm stealin' light Bitch, I'm high off life, got me feelin' right Bitch, I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like! And, bi-bi-bitch, we GBE, we just go on sight A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like I done sold purple, I done sold white Runnin' outta work, that's that shit I don't like She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice She blowin' up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut Put the pressure on 'em, just when they think that I eased up Thirty for the Cuban, another thirty for the Jesus Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas! A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like
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