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Rick Ross - Текст песни Don't Like
Yea, we came in that guilla
More money than you ever heard of
You gotta master the art of living young nigga
Aint never think I was gonna get this much nigga
Let me explain it to ya
Oh lord, please dont 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 dont 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 dont 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 its flat screens up in every room
Nigga do the math but youre 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, Im smoking killa
We run the game, pussy boy go cry a river
A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like
(This chicago nigga! )
They smile in my face, its what I dont like
They steal the whole sound, thats 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 Id never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep, michaela pfeiffer
And that pussys so deep I couldve drowned twice
Rose gold, jesus piece with the brown ice
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Girls kissing girls, cuz its hot right
But unless they use the strap-on then they not dykes
They aint about that life
They aint about that life
We hangin out the window, its 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, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like
Dont like like, dont like like
A snitch nigga thats that shit I dont like
Fake gucci, thats that shit I dont like
Im smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon lie me down, she gon let me bite
Screaming so soft, thats that nigga that I like
I dont want relations, I just want one night
Cuz its thirsty bitch, thats that shit that I dont like
I got tats up on my arm cuz this shit is life
And I spend so much on clothes cuz Im living life
I come up on the scene and Im stealing light
Bitch Im halflife, got me feeling white
Bitch Im chief keef, fuck who dont like
And bitch we gbe, we just gon sigh
A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running out of work, thats that shit I dont like
She never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
She blowin up my phone, thats that bitch I dont 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 weve been ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckers!
A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga thats that shit I dont like (bang bang)
Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like