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rick ross – don’t like lyrics

[verse 1: rick ross]
i seen a homeboy die in cold blood
eyes rolled in his head wasn’t no love
his momma sold p-ssy daddy was a fiend
he from a place where n-ggas don’t believe in dreams
n-ggas snorting powder (maybach music)
i seen a homeboy die in cold blood
eyes rolled in his head, wasn’t no love
his momma sold p-ssy, daddy was a fiend
he from a place where n-ggas don’t believe in dreams
n-ggas snorting powder, get your head right
get your d-ck sucked, sittin’ at the red light
now you catchin’ cases
talkin home invasions
how you get a bond
how the f-ck 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 sh-t when we went to school
now it’s flatscreens up in every room
n-gga 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 f-ck 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 k!ller
we run the game, p-ssy boy go cry a river

[chorus: chief keef]
a f-ck n-gga, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a snitch n-gga, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a b-tch n-gga, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
sneak disser, that’s that sh-t i don’t like

[verse 2: kanye west]
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 p-ssy 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 dyk-s
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 n-gga for life
shoutout to derrick rose, man, that n-gga nice
shout out to l-e-p, jay boogie, right?
chief keef, king louie, this is chi, right? right?!

[verse 3: chief keef]
fake gucci, that’s that sh-t that i don’t like
smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite
this b-tch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
screamin’, “sosa, that’s that n-gga that i like!”
i don’t want relations, i just want one night
‘cause a thirsty b-tch, that’s the sh-t that i don’t like
i got tats up on my arm ‘cause this sh-t 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
b-tch, i’m high off life, got me feelin’ right
b-tch, i’m chief keef, f-ck who don’t like!
and, bi-bi-b-tch, we gbe, we just go on sight

[verse 4: jadakiss]
i done sold purple, i done sold white
runnin’ outta work, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
she never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
she blowin’ up my phone, that’s that b-tch 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 n0body else believed us, suckas!

- rick ross lyrics

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