Rick Ross
Rick Ross - Don't Like songtekst
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Yea, we came in that guilla More money than you ever heard of You gotta master the art of living young nigga Ain’t never think I was gonna get this much nigga Let me explain it to ya Oh lord, please don’t stop baby I seen a home boy gang cold blood Eyes rolled in his head, was no love His mama sold pussy, daddy was a fiend He from a place where niggas don’t believe in dreams Nigga snorting powder... I seen a home boy gang cold blood Eyes rolled in his head, was no love His mama sold pussy, daddy was a fiend He from a place where niggas don’t believe in dreams Nigga snorting powder, get your head right Get your dick sucked sitting at the red light Now you catchin cases, talkin home invasions How you get upon? how the fuck you plan? Candy playin games on the home field Open up like a god when that dome build We inhaled shit when we went to school Now it’s flat screens up in every room Nigga do the math but you’re full of crap Talk full of money, candy on the side Kevlar underneath my fresh tat (wut?) Bell harbor, walking out with 40 badge I could fuck a model for autograph 8 cars, still make a call a cab Shout out to death jam, shout out to warner brothers Shout out to dope boy, we all need each other Coming in, I’m smoking killa We run the game, pussy boy go cry a river A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A bitch nigga that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like (This chicago nigga! ) They smile in my face, it’s what I don’t like They steal the whole sound, that’s a sound bite The media crucify me like they did christ They wanna find me now, breathing like they found mike A girl to run her mouth only out of spite But I’d never hit a woman, never in my life I was in too deep, michaela pfeiffer And that pussy’s so deep I could’ve drowned twice Rose gold, jesus piece with the brown ice Eating good vegetary with the brown rice Girls kissing girls, cuz it’s hot right But unless they use the strap-on then they not dykes They ain’t about that life They ain’t about that life We hangin out the window, it’s bout to be a sug night Free bump j, real nigga fo life Shout out to dead rose, man that nigga nice Shout out to ellie p, j boogie right? Chief keef, king louie, this your shot right? Right? A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A bitch nigga that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like Don’t like like, don’t like like A snitch nigga that’s that shit I don’t like Fake gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like I’m smoking on this dope, higher than a kite This bitch gon lie me down, she gon let me bite Screaming so soft, that’s that nigga that I like I don’t want relations, I just want one night Cuz it’s thirsty bitch, that’s that shit that I don’t like I got tats up on my arm cuz this shit is life And I spend so much on clothes cuz I’m living life I come up on the scene and I’m stealing light Bitch I’m halflife, got me feeling white Bitch I’m chief keef, fuck who don’t like And bitch we gbe, we just gon sigh A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A bitch nigga that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like I done sold purple, I done sold white Running out of work, that’s that shit I don’t like She never let me hit, 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 30 for the cuban, another 30 for the jesus When we’ve been ourselves when nobody else believed us Suckers! A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) A bitch nigga that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang) Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like