letra de they don't like me - trippychidi
[intro: trippychidi]
they don’t like me
up in high school mane them n-ggas wouldn’t try me
you won’t find no other mane these n-ggas they ain’t like me
uhh yuh whaa whaat (yea!)
uhh uhh yuh whaa whaat
uhh uhh uhh
[intro: lil twano] (twan)
[intro: trippychidi]
uhh uhh uhh uhh
[pre-chorus: trippychidi]
up in high school mane them n-ggas wouldn’t try me
you won’t find no other mane these n-ggas they ain’t like me
[chorus: trippychidi]
up in high school mane them n-ggas wouldn’t try me
you won’t find no other mane these n-ggas they ain’t like me
choppa’s got that kick dropping bodies like it’s spike lee
she won’t give no head well lil mama you no wifey(yea!)
they don’t like me
they don’t like me
all these hoes mane i only need a (what-yea)
[verse 1: trippychidi]
bebe’s dropping juice on these n-ggas like it’s ice tea
i’ve been moving work then i flip it like an og
khi be selling drank for the low like he’s an og
tuski got that glock dropping bodies like an og
aj’s got a strap that’s my bloodie he an og
b-tch i put you on all these p-ssy n-ggas owe me
[chorus: trippychidi]
up in high school mane them n-ggas wouldn’t( uh-what)
up in high school mane them n-ggas wouldn’t try me
you won’t find no other mane these n-ggas they ain’t like me
choppa’s got that kick dropping bodies like it’s spike lee(yea!)
they don’t like me
they don’t like me
up in high school mane them n-ggas wouldn’t try me
you won’t find no other mane these n-ggas they ain’t like me
they don’t like me
[verse 2: lil twano]
twan
it’s clear like hd(yup)
bout to spit some real sh-t for you n-ggas that be hating
no i don’t got a gun but make you run like you was racing(what)
yo money come in slow just like a pacer you be pacing(what)
hit you with a shot and like a lock, that blood draping(graaa)
please don’t try to run, when i pull up your not escaping(h-ll-nah)
that prophet came years ago said i should be preaching(what)
well come and sit with twano it’s some sh-t i should be teaching
me and chidi put you on we the reason why you eating(eat-up)
you will come up missing, like a wet floor you get mopped(mop)
yo b-tch in my pants, just like the dance that b-tch get dropped(drop)
you be on the sideline, you a hater, then just stop(uhh)
i feel like a crater cuz i’m smoking on moon rock(gas)
[chorus: trippychidi]
up in high school mane them n-ggas wouldn’t try me
you won’t find no other mane these n-ggas they ain’t like me
choppa’s got that kick dropping bodies like it’s spike lee
she won’t give no head well lil mama you no wifey(yea!)
[outro: trippychidi]
they don’t like me
they don’t like me
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