RICK ROSS lyrics : "Don't Like"
More money than you ever heard of
You gotta master the art of living young ^!$$%
Ain't never think I was gonna get this much ^!$$%
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 #~!!@, daddy was a fiend
He from a place where ^!$$%s don't believe in dreams
^!$$% snorting powder..
I seen a home boy gang cold blood
Eyes rolled in his head, was no love
His mama sold #~!!@, daddy was a fiend
He from a place where ^!$$%s don't believe in dreams
^!$$% 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 $#&@ you plan?
Candy playin games on the home field
Open up like a god when that dome build
We inhaled %#@! when we went to school
Now it's flat screens up in every room
^!$$% do the math but you're full of crap
Talk full of money, candy on the side
Kevlar underneath my fresh tat (wut?)
Bell Harbor, walking out with 40 badge
I could $#&@ a model for autograph
8 cars, still make a call a cab
Shout out to Death Jam, shout out to Warner Brothers
Shout out to Dope Boy, we all need each other
Coming in, I'm smoking killa
We run the game, #~!!@ boy go cry a river
A $#&@ ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A snitch ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A (*##$ ^!$$% that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, that's that %#@! I don't like
(This Chicago ^!$$%!)
They smile in my face, it's what I don't like
They steal the whole sound, that's a sound bite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They wanna find me now, breathing like they found Mike
A girl to run her mouth only out of spite
But I'd never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep, Michaela Pfeiffer
And that #~!!@'s so deep I could've drowned twice
Rose gold, Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good vegetary with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cuz it's hot right
But unless they use the strap-on then they not !@()s
They ain't about that life
They ain't about that life
We hangin out the window, it's bout to be a sug night
Free bump J, real ^!$$% fo life
Shout out to dead rose, man that ^!$$% nice
Shout out to Ellie P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louie, this your shot right?
Right?
A $#&@ ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A snitch ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A (*##$ ^!$$% that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, that's that %#@! I don't like
Don't like like, don't like like
A snitch ^!$$% that's that %#@! I don't like
Fake Gucci, that's that %#@! I don't like
I'm smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
This (*##$ gon lie me down, she gon let me bite
Screaming so soft, that's that ^!$$% that I like
I don't want relations, I just want one night
Cuz it's thirsty (*##$, that's that %#@! that I don't like
I got tats up on my arm cuz this %#@! is life
And I spend so much on clothes cuz I'm living life
I come up on the scene and I'm stealing light
(*##$ I'm halflife, got me feeling white
(*##$ I'm Chief Keef, $#&@ who don't like
And (*##$ we GBE, we just gon sigh
A $#&@ ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A snitch ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A (*##$ ^!$$% that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, that's that %#@! I don't like
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running out of work, that's that %#@! I don't like
She never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
She blowin up my phone, that's that (*##$ I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on em just when they think that I eased up
30 for the Cuban, another 30 for the Jesus
When we've been ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckers!
A $#&@ ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A snitch ^!$$%, that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
A (*##$ ^!$$% that's that %#@! I don't like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, that's that %#@! I don't like
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