I Dont Like Remix

I Dont Like Remix Lyrics Chief Keef feat. Big Sean,Chris Brown,Game,Jadakiss,Kanye West,T.I.,Trey Songz

[Verse 1: T.I.]

I don’t like sneak dissing and no weak niggas
I’m paid don’t like cheap niggas
On the west side with chief keef nigga
That strong pat, we chief nigga
And we on og street nigga
You try me, we creep with a flip I pull up
On your block and we skeep niggas
Fuck boy be on up shit
That’s why I don’t need greek niggas
Say what’s up and get gone, get shot at
You get blown
But all the dough that I’m get
Got the bitches on my job
Man I’m serious nigga no kid
I be grabbing hold of that gwap
Catch me right now on the west side
Of shy town, go hunned
In the a town, I’m the king
Best bow down, one hunned
One hunned, you don’t nigga
We gonna bitee

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]

These hoes be actin up
These niggas tryna hold me back
These dollars keep stackin up
And he keep bitches where he be at
I'm throwing singles, fuckin double yah make it triple
She looking lost she looking hurt we bustin like two pistols
I'm so the shit I was thinking I should make some tissue
If thats yo bitch when im done nigga just take her with you

Fuck niggas and they own motors
Fall back and get no closer
20 bottles comming to my table right now and them hoes doin what they all pose to
Dont stop pop that, pop that pussy like an automatic
My section jumpin like we got that bitch up on a matress
Her ass stretchin out dem jeans ahhh so elastic
I'm dope boy fresh like a nigga just came out da package
Fuck it doe, big bills buffalo
Niggas think dey fuckin raw but they all rubber though
Soft niggas suck a ho
I Lost niggas wea u go
Cause trigga one more liquor
Shot goes out to the poor niggas
And it ain't no diss man im on my shit member when I use to get like four figures
I'm so absorbed to what you adore
Real niggas see through my pores
Bad bitch when I'm in that porche
Call 9 1 1 cause the crime been done
Seen a big dick and she climbed on one
Niggas throw shades and I shine on them
Beast and I rhyme part time on them
Pour champagne and wine on them
Girls wanna have a good time on him
Brain lose yo mind on him

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 3: Game]

Dact off that G6, hit the club on that gshit
Received a belt that's a G bitch and I'm bout to kill Chief Keef's shit
Just killed my nigga Meek's shit, Then I killed my nigga French's shit
Got a French bitch, no French shit but she giving my dick a French kiss
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Arm hanging out the window with that black ghost, with them chrome pipes
Tell em niggas this gon' be a long night
Bitches wanna chill we gon need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, Man that nigga nice
Club leaning nigga we gon need some more sprite
Real nigga, these Drake fans
Fuck 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 button these cars go
Six trays of that lago, six spades black cards ho
I got the homies out in Chicago, with the full clique with that bullshit
Dang nigga that's Rose, with the caps on and mj's
I got a thick bitch with a thin waist, got a condo so we slim steak
Got a Rolex Presidente, got black diamonds Kunta Kinte
Hot porn like turkin' em, hot weels we swervin' em
Next year we getting Derron Williams gonna do Lebron like Dirk and em'

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
They throwin' bottles I'm throwin' models, just cause I give a bitch long pipe
Doing shows on soccer fields that's dome right?
I be singing he be singing so its on fight
But hold up I didn't give a nigga no green light
This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared bruh?
Matter fact, take care bruh you a pussy nigga, pay up
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice, shout out to Nicki man that ass tight
Them eyebrows? Man them shits is yikes
OVO, you overdosed screamin' YOLO no I live TWICE ooops hahahaha


[Verse 5: 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 pussy 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 dykes
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 nigga for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?


[Verse 6: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like
Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit 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
Bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right
Bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite


[Verse 7: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’?
Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life
High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lives
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise


[Verse 8: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch 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, suckers


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