I Don't Like That
I got hoes always blowing up my phone
Hoe leave me alone
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
White shoes
Got White rings
Yellow gold
Got nice things
Yellow bone
Got fine things
Never had money
So I had to find it
In the Stu always grinding
In the charts I'll be climbing
Sat down started writing
I'm gonna make it
I just need the timing
I already know how this is gon' end
Bitches blowing up my phone but they get one text yea
I don't wanna talk bitch i want head
Niggas acting all suspicious like they Working with the feds yea
Who you with
Niggas coming out mist
Like where you at
Like how you been
Acting like i give a shit
Now stop talking
Close your lips
I won't act like y'all exist
Damn she got some eyes
Got me traumatized
Hope she catch a vibe yea
I got hoes always blowing up my phone
Hoe leave me alone
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
I got hoes always
Blowing up my phone
Hoe leave me alone
All these bitches wanna
Pull up while I'm home
Yeah and I really wanna bone
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
Hoe leave me alone
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
White shoes
Got White rings
Yellow gold
Got nice things
Yellow bone
Got fine things
Never had money
So I had to find it
In the Stu always grinding
In the charts I'll be climbing
Sat down started writing
I'm gonna make it
I just need the timing
I already know how this is gon' end
Bitches blowing up my phone but they get one text yea
I don't wanna talk bitch i want head
Niggas acting all suspicious like they Working with the feds yea
Who you with
Niggas coming out mist
Like where you at
Like how you been
Acting like i give a shit
Now stop talking
Close your lips
I won't act like y'all exist
Damn she got some eyes
Got me traumatized
Hope she catch a vibe yea
I got hoes always blowing up my phone
Hoe leave me alone
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
I got hoes always
Blowing up my phone
Hoe leave me alone
All these bitches wanna
Pull up while I'm home
Yeah and I really wanna bone
I don't like that
I won't wife that
Wanna fuck me for a sec
I ain't gone mind that
Tell her bring it right back
Tell her bring it right back
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Writer(s): John Romero
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