Kanye West I Don’t Like Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, ya’ll niggas
That’s that shit I don’t like
Yo shit, make believe
Rappin’ about my own life
That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga
The powers in my hand nigga
I get it, beat the chair nigga
Soho or Tribeca
Three hoes, trifecta
dope money, coke money
True blow, my watch better
My pens better, you don’t write
Trendsetter you clone like
Pay homage or K’s vomit?
Ungrateful niggas I don’t like

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)

[Verse 2: 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 wanna find me not breathing like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only outta spite
But I’ll never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife
In that p-ssy so deep I coulda drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetari’ with the brown rice
Girls kissing 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 hanging out the window, it’s ’bout to be a Suge Knight
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L.E.P, J Boogie right
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi right
Right?

[Hook:]
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 dissers, 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: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci that’s the shit I don’t like
Smoking on this dope higher than a kite
This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
Screamin’ Sosa, that’s the nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s that shit they don’t like
I got tatts up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I splash on a bunch of clothes cause I’m living life
I come up on the scene and I’m still alight
Bitch, I’m high off life, got me feeling right
Bitch, I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE we just gon’ cite?

[Hook:]
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 dissers, 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 4: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same
Nigga, I’m fucking insane
Fuck is you sayin’
Yo’ ass been doing the same
Shit, now do what you sayin’
Dang, I tell ya old bitch, she was fucking a lame
Turn one hoe to a train
Bloaw, Blang, my niggas holding that pain
I just hope you’ve been praying
Bang bang, riding for my niggas and that’s for life
High class, I’m just surrounded by these low lifes
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t going back to my old life
I promise

[Hook:]
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 dissers, 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 4: Jadakiss]
I done sold purp’, I done sold white
Running out of work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
She blowing 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
Believed in ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckas!

[Hook:]
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 dissers, 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

Kanye West – I Don’t Like Lyrics

Kanye West Mercy Lyrics

[Hook x4]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop it to the floor
Make that ass shake
Woah make the ground move, that’s an ass quake
Built a house up on it, that’s an ass state
Roll my blunt on it, that’s an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err’ day-day?
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin’, so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin’
White girls politicin’ that’s that Sarah Palin
Gettin’, Californicatin’
I give her that D, cause that’s what I was born and raised in

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game
I’m red leather, this, I’m Rick James
I’m bill dropping, Ms. Pacman is pill poppin’
This pill popped, I’m poppin’ too
These blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that’s real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turning, that’s exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras
That’s Swiss time and that’s excellence
Two door preference
Roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go
Wherever we go we do it pronto

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I’m fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit
Tell ’em “give me fifty million or I’mma quit”
Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level
Turn up the bass ’til it’s up in your face level
Don’t do no press but I do the most press, kid
Plush out my-my , make yours look like Precious
Talking ’bout Mary she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dhali
Now everybody is moving they body
Don’t sell me apartment, I move in the lobby
Niggas is loitering just to feel important
You gon’ see lawyers and niggas ? gettin’ Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonniase
I’m drunk and high at the same time
Drinking champaign on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range
Beat it up like a rampage
100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Platinum diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pouring, all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

Kanye West Mercy Lyrics

Kanye West Theraflu Lyrics

(Unh, can the headphones go louder?)
(KANYE WEST!)
(Swag King Cole)
(DJ KHALED!)

[Kanye West]
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin’ wit’ Anja Rubik
I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it
I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style, ’cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrass you

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?

And the whole industry wanna fuck yo’ old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim
‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him
Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing
Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop I’m from the team
La familia, Roc Nation
We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement
Flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
Don’t talk about style, ’cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest’

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without…

Don’t talk to me ’bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Talkin’ ’bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Hollin’ ’bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
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Kanye West Theraflu Lyrics