The Game - I Don't Like (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game] Stepped off of that G6 Hit the club on that G sh** You see the belt, that's a G b**h And I'm 'bout to k** Chief Keef sh** Just k**ed my n***a Meek sh** Then I k**ed my n***a French sh** Got a French b**h, no friendship And she givin' my dick a French kiss A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like Arm hangin' out the window Of that black Ghost with them chrome pipes Tell them n***as it's gon' be a long night b**hes wanna chill, we gon' need some more ice Shout out to John Wall, man, that n***a nice Club leanin', n***a, we gon' need some more Sprite Real n***a in these Ray-Bans f** the judge, we don't take stands Tape Feds, we don't shake hands Put a gap in your mouth, Strahan Hundred racks in these cargos Push the bu*ton, these cars go Six cradle that 'Lago Six spades, black card hoe Got homies out in Chicago With that full clip on that bullsh** Dang n***a, that's Rozay Movin' packs on 'em in MJs I got a thick b**h with a thin waist Got a condo where somethin' slim stay Got a Rolex Presidente Got black diamonds, Kunta Kinte Hot boy like Turk and them Hot wheels, we swervin' them Next year we gettin' Deron Williams Gon' do LeBron like Dirk and them [Verse 2: Chris Brown] A f** n***a that's that sh** I don't like They throwin' bottles, I'm throwin' models, just 'cause I gave a b**h long pipe Doin' shows on the soccer field, that's dome right I be singin', he be singin' so it's on, sight But hold up, I ain't give a n***a no green light This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared bruh? Huh, matter fact take care, bruh, you a p**y n***a My n***a Tunechi, yeah, that n***a nice Shout out to Nicki, man, that a** tight Them eyebrows, man, them sh**s is yikes OVO you overdose, screamin' YOLO, no I live twice (Laughs) sorry