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letra de i don't like - kanye west

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fraud n-gg-s, y’all n-gg-s, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
your sh-t make believe, rapping ’bout my own life
real names kill things, that’s that sh-t i won’t write
cause my n-gg-s still selling dope like they ain’t on their third strikes
camping out in that corridor, f-ck you waiting on jordans for?
i middle-man it for 23, just meet me somewhere around baltimore
(woo!) that’s rare n-gg-, (woo!) ric flair n-gg-
(woo!) the power’s in my hair n-gg-, (woo!) i give this beat the chair n-gg-
soho or tribeca, three hoes: trifecta
dope money, hope money, hublot, my watch better
my pen’s better, you don’t write, trendsetter, you clone-like
pay homage or k’s vomit – ungrateful n-gg-s, i don’t like

a f-ck n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a snitch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a b-tch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
sneak disser, that’s that sh-t i don’t like

(this chicago, n-gg-!)
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 breathing like they found mike
a girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite
but i never hit a woman never in my life
i was in too deep like mekhi phifer
in that p-ssy so deep i could have drowned twice
rose gold jesus piece with the brown ice
eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice
girls kissing 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 hanging out that window it’s about to be a suge night
free bump j, real n-gg- for life
shoutout to derrick rose, man that n-gg- nice
shout out to l-e-p, jay boogie right?
chief keef, king louie, this is chi, right? right?!

a f-ck n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a snitch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a b-tch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
sneak disser, that’s that sh-t i don’t like

(young chop on the beat)
fake gucci, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
this b-tch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
screaming sosa, that’s that n-gg- 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 living life
i come up on the scene, and i’m stealing light
b-tch i’m high off life, got me feeling right
b-tch i’m chief keef, f-ck who don’t like
and b-tch we gbe, we just go on sight

a f-ck n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a snitch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a b-tch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
sneak disser, that’s that sh-t i don’t like

we are not one and the same, n-gg- i’m f-cking insane, f-ck is you saying?
yo -ss been doing the same, sh-t, not doing what you saying
dang, i told yo old b-tch she was f-cking a lame, turn one ho to a train
blaow, blang, my n-gg-s holding that pain, i just hope you been praying
bang bang, riding for my n-gg-s and that’s for life
high cl-ss, i’m just surrounded by these low-lifes
and i run this b-tch like it’s no lights, going hard the whole night
cause i ain’t going back to my old life, i promise

a f-ck n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a snitch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a b-tch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
sneak disser, that’s that sh-t i don’t like

i done sold purple, i done sold white
running outta work, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
she never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
she blowing 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, ‘nother 30 for the jesus
believe in ourselves when n-body else believed us, suckas

a f-ck n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a snitch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
a b-tch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
sneak disser, that’s that sh-t i don’t like

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