Trae Tha Truth - Don't Like lyrics

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Trae Tha Truth - Don't Like lyrics

[Intro: T.I.] Hustle gang patna Let me talk these n***as one time Chief Leggo, GDOD I'll tell my A-Town, Chi-Town Man, you know what I'm sayin' West side of the west side to me homie Bankhead represent [Verse 1: T.I.] I don't sneak dissin' and no weak n***as I'm paid on like chief n***as On the west side with Chief Keef n***a Fresh strong path, we chief n***a I'm a young OG street n***a You try me and we creep With a fully auto, pull up on your block and we skeet n***as f** boy be on f** sh** that's why I don't need greet n***as Say what's up then get gone, get shot at, you get wrong Where all the dough that I'm getting? [?] on my job Man I'm serious n***a no kiddin', I be grabbing hold of that guap Catch me right now on the west side of the Chi Town, go hundred In the A-Town I'm the king, best bow down, 100 100, you don't n***a! We gon fight a b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like [Hook: Chief Keef] A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah Sneak dissers, that's that sh** I don't like Don't like, like, don't like, like A snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah Don't like, like, don't like, like A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] I'm king, sittin' in my chair n***a Try to take me off, I dare you n***a Tell me something that's real n***a Any hood, I'm there n***a And look don't stare n***a Diamonds got me looking like a flare n***a Look b**h, I'm an a**hole f** everybody up, 'bout to take you down n***a Broke n***as I don't like, neck looking like show lights 30 grand on slow nights b**h I'm talkin' Snow White I been the truth ain't no hype I'm what that is ain't no mights [?], call it making a band No flute, I'm a show her how to play your pipe f** is you thinking? Ain't no one realer than me in this b**h What the f** is you drinking? Tipping this water b**h I'm so deep in the gutter to the point you'd think I was sinking I don't really give a f**, I'm off in this jungle Look at this jacket I'm minkin' Everything got to a movie, it ain't my fault if you missed it Shouldn't have been blinking n***a f** about 'er my way Alicia try'na go to sleep I don't f** with you b**hes who brand new Tell 'em this dick ain't for cheap I keep it gangsta, shout out to Keef Shout to Teresa, shout out to Sosa Shout out to Waka, shout out to me Yea I'm a let my nuts hang like a poster [Hook]

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