J-Kwon

J-Kwon - U Ain't Gotta Like Me

rate me

Im pretty sick and tired

Im getting sick and tired

Very sick and tired

Homie

[Verse 1]

If I had a coop right now, it'll be on E

First time I feel I ain't pretty, gimme TLC

Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me

Live like me and ya know dis real like me

Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin

And humble too

But damn fucked up shit hada humble you

It ain't ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom

Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too

Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud

If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud

Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran

Gabbi represent'n St. Louis and ain't stopping

I'm sick and tired of this lame brain shit

Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz

Say whatever you say how you say its about me

How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me

[Hook]

You aint gotta like me

I aint gotta like you

And I aint gotta like you

You aint gotta me

And You aint gotta like me

I aint gotta like you

First time its Fuck Me

Then nigga its fuck you

You aint gotta like me

I aint gotta like you

And I aint gotta like you

You aint gotta me

And You aint gotta like me

I aint gotta like you

First time its Fuck Me

Then nigga its fuck you

[Verse 2]

I been bamboozled, too many times with fucken lood

Dawg Im sick and, I'm sick and tired of ya gurlz

Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room

Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car

Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw

Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw

Im a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are

I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar

I don't give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it)

Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon' show it

Gunz im holding and you don't wanna get ta trippin

One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin

Im from a block where eerbody crippin

Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin

J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off

And dude im sick and tired of takin shit, Take off

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Im high (ya me)

Sumthin like Jay Z

Howz that cause I clap (ya me)

Ya back (ya me)

Strap (hella queen)

Man ya know they clap? (ya me)

Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin

Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding

Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding

Don't get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen

Cause I kick they haters yaa

Im like max-a-million

I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters

Ya click sweeter? you don't have the time niggaz

On the block ya don't ever wanna battle rhyme niggaz

But see a me right thurr

I shine like a light burrn

I look so bright I brought light to the night club

Fucken with Kwon, ya must really like starz

Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club

[Hook]

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