Rick Ross - Don't Like lyrics

I seen a homeboy die in cold blood Eyes rolled in his head wasn't no love His momma sold p**y daddy was a fiend He from a place where n***as don't believe in dreams n***as snortin' powder (Maybach Music) I seen a homeboy die in cold blood Eyes rolled in his head wasn't no love His momma sold p**y daddy was a fiend He from a place where n***as don't believe in dreams n***as snortin' powder get you're head right Get your dick s**ed sittin' at the red light Now you catchin' cases Talkin' home invasions How you get a bond How the f** you playin' Can't be playin' games on the home field Open up like a YAGHHHH when that dome peel YAGHHH We didn't have sh** when we went to school Now it's flat screens up in every room n***a do the math bucket full of crab Tub full of money candy on the slab Teflon underneath my fresh tag Bell Harbor walkin' out with 40 bags I could f** a model for an autograph 8 cars still make her call a cab Shout out to Def Jam Shout out to Warner Brothers Shout out to Dope Boys We all need each other I'm in Anguilla, I'm smoking k**er We run the game, p**y boy go cry a river A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like They smile in my face thats what I dont like They steal your whole sound thats a sound bite The media crucify me like they did Christ They want to find me not breathing like they found mike A girl will run her mouth only out of spite But ill never hit a woman never in my life I was in to deep like my ? And that p**y so deep I could of drown twice Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice Eaten good vegitary with the brown rice Girls kissin girls, cause its hot right But unless they use a strap-on than their not dikes They ain't about that life They ain't about that life We hanging out the window its about to be a suge knight Shout out to derrick rose Free Bump J, real n***a for life Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that n***a nice Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right? Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? right A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like (Young Chop on the beat) Fake Gucci, that's that sh** I don't like Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite This b**h gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe Screaming Sosa, that's that n***a that I like I don't want relations, I just want one night Cause a thirsty b**h, that's the sh** that I don't like I got tats up on my arm, cause this sh** 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**h I'm high off life, got me feeling right b**h I'm Chief Keef, f** who don't like And b**h we GBE, we just go on sight A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like I done sold purple, I done sold white Running outta work, that's that sh** I don't like She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice She blowing up my phone, that's that b**h 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 nobody else believed us, s**as A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like Sneak disser, that's that sh** I don't like