lirik lagu money$team – i don’t like (remix)
[intro – iatg]
shouts out my n-gga chief keef
shout out all my real n-ggas livin the real life in the real projects
this sh-t’s for you my n-ggas
[better intro – nappy]
:^|
[hook – iatg]
ice cream n-gga that’s that sh-t i don’t bite (very sensitive t–th)
oil n-gga that’s that sh-t i don’t light (prevent forest fires)
letters n-gga that’s that sh-t i don’t write (it’s 2012!)
long distances n-gga that’s that sh-t i don’t bike (i can drive)
i don’t like (like) i don’t like (like)
we k!llin motherf-ckers like the third reich (no hitler)
i don’t like (like) i don’t like (like)
f-ck with money$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 t–th, 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 dyk-
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 h-ll motherf-cker, low-light
finna k!ll 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 g-ys, 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 k!lling
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 b-lls like she sharapova
doja rolla’, flowin’ moet, while you mess with lola
and while i roll on ola, i be selling coca cola
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