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letra de i don't like remix (drake diss) - chris brown

[verse 1: the game]
dact off that g6, hit the club on that gsh-t
received a belt thats a g b-tch and i’m bout to kill chief keef’s sh-t
just killed my n-gg- meek’s sh-t, then i killed my n-gg- french’s sh-t
got a french b-tch, no french sh-t but she giving my d-ck a french kiss
a f-ck n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like,
arm hanging out the window with that black ghost, with them chrome pipes
tell em n-gg-s this gon’ be a long night,
b-tches wanna chill we gon need some more ice
shout out to john wall, man that n-gg- nice
club leaning n-gg- we gon need some more sprite,
real n-gg-, these drake fans
f-ck charge, we gon take his stands, take his fans we gon shake hands
put a gap in your mouth, straight head
hunnit racks of these cargos, push the b-tton these cars go
six trays of that lago, six spades black cards hoe
i got the homies out in chicago, with the full clique with that bullsh-t
dang n-gg- thats rose, with the caps on and mj’s
i got a thick b-tch with a thin waist, got a condo so we slim steak
got a rolex presidente, got black diamonds with the ……
hot p-rn like turkin’ em, hot weels we swervin’ em
next sh-t, damian williams gonna do the problem like dirting em

[verse 2: chris brown]
a f-ck n-gg-, thats that sh-t i don’t like
they throwin’ bottles i’m throwin’ bottles, just cause i give a b-tch long pipe
doing shows on soccer fields thats dumb right?
i be singing he be singing so its on fight
but hold up i didn’t give a n-gg- no green light,
this head up, my bread up, one on one, watchu scared bruh?
matter fact, take care bruh you a p-ssy n-gg-, pay up
my n-gg- tunechi, yeah that n-gg- nice, shout out to nicki man that -ss tight
them eyebrows? man them sh-ts is yikes
ovo, you overdosed screamin’ yolo no i live twice ooops hahahaha

[hook: chief keef]
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

[verse 3: 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 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
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-gg- for life
shoutout to derrick rose, man that n-gg- nice
shout out to l-e-p, j boogie right?
chief keef, king louis, this is chi, right?

[verse 4: chief keef]
fake gucci, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
smokin’ 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 spend on a bunch of 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 b-tch we gbe, we just gon’ cite

[hook]

[verse 5: big sean]
we are not one and the same, n-gg- i’m f-ckin’ insane, f-ck is you sayin’?
yo -ss been doin’ the same, sh-t, not doin’ what you sayin’
dang, i told yo old b-tch she was f-ckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train
blow, blang, my n-gg-s holdin’ that pain, i just hope you been praying
bang bang, ridin’ 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
goin’ hard the whole night cause i ain’t goin’ back to my old life, i promise

[verse 6: jadakiss]
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 blowin’ up my phone, that’s that b-tch i don’t like
nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
put the pressure on â€˜em just when they think that i eased up
thirty for the cuban, â€˜nother 30 for the jesus
believe in ourselves when n-body else believed us, suckas

[hook]

- chris brown

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