[Intro - IATG]
Shouts out my n*gga Chief Keef
Shout out all my real n*ggas livin the real life in the real projects
This sh*t's for you my n*ggas
[Better Intro - Nappy]
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[Hook - IATG]
ICE CREAM n*ggA THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T BITE (Very sensitive teeth)
OIL n*ggA THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T LIGHT (Prevent forest fires)
LETTERS n*ggA THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T WRITE (It's 2012!)
LONG DISTANCES n*ggA THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T BIKE (I can drive)
I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE)
WE KILLIN MOTHERf*ckERS LIKE THE THIRD REICH (No Hitler)
I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE)
f*ck WITH MONEY$TEAM n*ggA AND WE GON' FIGHT
[Verse 1 - Supa Dupa Jesus]
Poor oral hygiene, that's that sh*t I don't like (f*ck that!)
Gingivitis, halitosis, smell like sh*t, right? (Brush b*tch!)
Supa Dupa Jesus bring da heat...Lebron (Dat hot!)
f*ck yo b*tch till she balds...Lebron (Long time!)
sh*t, that like 500 days...Summer (Zooey!)
Bet it burns when you brush...summer (Ouch!)
Tasty swag, that sh*t shiny clean...flossing (No Doubt!)
Check the teeth, the car motherf*cker I stay Flossing! (DDS!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - IATG]
I'm with yo ol' b*tch muh f*cka she so tight
You ain't know dude? That b*tch a cold dyke
I swear all these haters ain't got no life
All up in my grill my n*gga you need Old Spice
I'm black as hell motherf*cker, low-light
Finna kill a motherf*cker with my bow-knife
Gave this dude some digits, said it was my ho-wife
Slapped it out his hand, wrong numbah, OH SIKE
[Verse 3 - J-Franks]
Fake J's, that's that sh*t I dont like
Straight gays, that's that sh*t they call bi
b*tch I'm f*cking twins, you know they fraternal
Them b*tches moan, they ain't quiet like Paterno
Money$Team making green like a garden, man
Other rappers, they could be my garbageman
We like to play games, yeah we roll the dice
And when Franks lose, that's that sh*t I don't like
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Dedxsad]
Megamind turning good, that’s the sh*t I don't like
Setsuko dying , that’s the sh*t that ain’t right
Fireflies in the air, lighting up that sky night
After I’m done with this sh*t, you gon throw the towel, right?
No point, your cerebrum smaller than my cerebellum
You thought you were all tough, but you couldn’t last here for a second
You shoulda known, I’m Vito Corleone, I’m a force to be reckoned
The modern day Will Hunting, about to make a killing
Once I’m done with this sh*t I need to charge you for a billing, Cha-Ching
[Hook]
[Verse 5 - FreeJC]
When you see me in the streets, I be rockin' Flights
Save my J's and my Choo's for them formal nights
When I was growing up we struggled to keep on the lights
Now I been around the world and done seen the sights
Bougie girls come with me and get all Nikki Nova
And your chick could get the balls like she Sharapova
Doja rolla', flowin' Moet, while you mess with Lola
And while I roll on ola, I be selling coca cola