Don't Like - Rick Ross
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 snortin' 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 snortin' powder get you're 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 flat screens 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 Bell Harbor walkin' out with 40 bags I could fuck a model for an autograph 8 cars still make her call a cab Shout out to Def Jam Shout out to Warner Brothers Shout out 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 thats what I dont like They steal your whole sound thats a sound bite The media crucify me like they did Christ They want to find me not breathing like they found mike A girl will run her mouth only out of spite But ill never hit a woman never in my life I was in to deep like my ? And that pussy so deep I could of drown twice Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice Eaten good vegitary with the brown rice Girls kissin girls, cause its hot right But unless they use a strap-on than their not dikes They ain't about that life They ain't about that life We hanging out the window its about to be a suge knight Shout out to derrick rose Free Bump J, real nigga for life Shout out 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 (Young Chop on the beat) Fake Gucci, that's that shit I don't like Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe Screaming 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 living life I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light Bitch I'm high off life, got me feeling right Bitch I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like And 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 Running outta work, that's that shit I don't like She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice She blowing 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, 'nother 30 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
Artist: Rick Ross
Title: Don't Like