Supa Dupa Jesus - I Don't Like (Remix) lyrics

[Intro - IATG] Shouts out my n***a Chief Keef Shout out all my real n***as livin the real life in the real projects This sh**'s for you my n***as [Better Intro - Nappy] :^| [Hook - IATG] ICE CREAM ni**a THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T BITE (Very sensitive teeth) OIL ni**a THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T LIGHT (Prevent forest fires) LETTERS ni**a THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T WRITE (It's 2012!) LONG DISTANCES ni**a THAT'S THAT sh*t I DON'T BIKE (I can drive) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) WE KILLIN MOTHERfu*kERS LIKE THE THIRD REICH (No Hitler) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) fu*k WITH MONEY$TEAM ni**a AND WE GON' FIGHT [Verse 1 - Supa Dupa Jesus] Poor oral hygiene, that's that sh** I don't like (f** that!) Gingivitis, halitosis, smell like sh**, right? (Brush b**h!) Supa Dupa Jesus bring da heat...Lebron (Dat hot!) f** yo b**h till she balds...Lebron (Long time!) sh**, that like 500 days...Summer (Zooey!) Bet it burns when you brush...summer (Ouch!) Tasty swag, that sh** shiny clean...flossing (No Doubt!) Check the teeth, the car motherf**er I stay Flossing! (DDS!) [Hook] [Verse 2 - IATG] I'm with yo ol' b**h muh f**a she so tight You ain't know dude? That b**h a cold dyke I swear all these haters ain't got no life All up in my grill my n***a you need Old Spice I'm black as hell motherf**er, low-light Finna k** a motherf**er with my bow-knife Gave this dude some digits, said it was my ho-wife Slapped it out his hand, wrong numbah, OH SIKE [Verse 3 - J-Franks] Fake J's, that's that sh** I dont like Straight gays, that's that sh** they call bi b**h I'm f**ing twins, you know they fraternal Them b**hes moan, they ain't quiet like Paterno Money$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** I don't like [Hook] [Verse 4 - Dedxsad] Megamind turning good, that's the sh** I don't like Setsuko dying , that's the sh** that ain't right Fireflies in the air, lighting up that sky night After I'm done with this sh**, 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**ing Once I'm done with this sh** 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 c**a cola