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
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Don't Like Lyrics

Rick Ross – Don't Like Lyrics