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They Don't Like That Lyrics

from On Top of Our Game

"They Don't Like That" is track #11 on the album On Top of Our Game. It was written by Willingham, Jamall / Tiller, Gerald / Leverette, Bernard / Gleaton, Maurice / Jackson, Kendall.
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"They Don't Like That" is track #11 on the album On Top of Our Game. It was written by Willingham, Jamall / Tiller, Gerald / Leverette, Bernard / Gleaton, Maurice / Jackson, Kendall.
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Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

I'm a side on the screen
(Why)
'Cuz I let my glock pop
Drawing chalk in the streets
But they ain't playin' hopscotch

I can make the rock lock
Soon as I get the pot wet
Like the fire hydrant on
I can leave ya block wet

They don't like that
(Hell naw
But I don't give a fuck
2 deals in 2 years, a mill'
I got plenty bucks

Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cuz snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
DFB bitch
Hell yeah, I'ma buck wit 'em

Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cuz snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
DFB bitch
Hell yeah, I'ma buck wit 'em

Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cuz snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
DFB bitch
Hell yeah, I'ma buck wit 'em

Still got da pound
Still package the yade
And I'm still in the hood
Like the rats and the jays

Glass light give 'em lock jaw
So they crawl right back
Oh, I think they like me
But I don't think they like that

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

I don't think they like that
Hell naw, not at all
Take it like you wanna
Get bust like a cannonball

I don't think they like that
Hell naw, not at all
Take it like you wanna
Get bust like a cannonball

I don't think they like that
Hell naw, not at all
Take it like you wanna
Get bust like a cannonball

Niggaz like to mimick
They bite me like a 2 piece
Jump juicy jump
I'ma make you niggaz shoot me

These niggaz talkin' so much
But y'all doin' so luck
I laugh so hard at you niggaz
'Cuz the shit tickles

Talked to Lady P
And she downed you like a football
You ignorant ass nigga
Heard the people pistle whooped y'all

And I ain't the one to fuck wit
You fuckin' wit the right one
The tech's in the trunk
(Bitch)
Unique wit them tight guns

Got millions on the line
Because my team is stronger
They don't like that
(Why)
Because my cheese is longer

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

I act a ass in this coop
Put on shows like it's televised
They move a lot of weight
But I ain't talkin' 'bout exercise

Just keep that AR15
So my niggaz ready to hit 'em up
It's something like shevrun
'Cuz that silver what's gone fill 'em up

And represent my click
Like a nigga is pose to
And keep a couple niggaz
Wit them to's that I'm close to

Why niggaz wanna shine
Wanna be in my position
'Cuz a nigga turn out short
And leave it hard for the competition

I'm on a mission tryna get it
'Cuz a nigga got to eat
Talk shit on these tracks
And show my ass on these beats

And I know these niggaz don't like it
Niggaz say they wanna kill me
Give 'em a shot at comic view
'Cuz I thin these niggaz silly

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell naw, they don't like that shit

Besides tech's
Money comin' in bundles
And my ice game
Got me wearin' a coat in the summer

I'm a gutta nigga
So it's gutta shit that I honor
And I'm still in the tip
Wit a team of Young Gunnaz
(Ten hoe)

That's blow, that's beam
They'll serve what you want 'em
They'll cook it in your face
Like your at the your honors

You know the recipe
Splash then drop that
Add a little bakin' soda
Wit it make it some back

DJ drop that
I betchu, I can bring it back
On the track DFB
What you call glass crack

Glass crack?
We the shit, so don't ask that
Young niggaz, worth about a mill
They don't like that

Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Hell naw, they don't like that
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch
Hell

Songwriters
Willingham, Jamall / Tiller, Gerald / Leverette, Bernard / Gleaton, Maurice / Jackson, Kendall

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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