Letra de I Don't Think They Love Me
Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Hmm hmm (On foenem)
Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Hmm hmm (On foenem)
Naw, for real
Thank you, thank you, thank you
We done buried some many of the guys
Got an AP, but don't know when it’s your time
She like “Sosa, do you like fish?”, un-un
If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton
Chopsticks, sizzle cake 'cause it’s bum bum bum
Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fuck?
I pulled Jovel out the seat, and pump him up
You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up
In the yard, these bitches juggin' on me
Party bitches, juggin' on me
Pop him and his homie
Fry they ass, like baloney
I can buy a chimp, still lonely
Every since I got money
All of these bitches, love me
Ridin' round in my Hellcat
He hate me, I felt that
Like Cody be actin' like he stand jack
Turn the T, I nailed that
You ain't grow up in the projects
I made a bitch, that’s some stretch
We love you more and one less
I don’t want you, baby, I want neck
I ain't buyin’ a bitch shit, if she ain't buy me shit
We ain't wanna hand cocked for a free bitch
I can't give a bitch shit, if she ain’t give me shit
She ain't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it
Say a nigga actin' crazy, that's how we get
We ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach shit?
I can't live with no bitch, she might bleach my shit
I just hit the back of the club on some VIP shit
Sosa baby
Sit gang, situation gang, bitch
I wanna clear my mind
I got a Lamborghini and it's parked outside
I'm in a Lamborghini
Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried
Wanna be my shorty, I am not pliced
Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain
Got some bad hoes, brought ‘em to me, gang
I mean, gang got bad hoes, and brought ‘em to me, me
Sent some flyers up, let you know, choppa got a mean grin
Fuck G on the west side of the fefe
You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG
Skinny lil' bitch, with a head like Riri
Thank you, thank you, thank you
We done buried some many of the guys
Got an AP, but don't know when it’s your time
She like “Sosa, do you like fish?”, un-un
If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton
Chopsticks, sizzle cake 'cause it’s bum bum bum
Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fuck?
I pulled Jovel out the seat, and pump him up
You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up
In the yard, these bitches juggin' on me
Party bitches, juggin' on me
Pop him and his homie
Fry they ass, like baloney
I can buy a chimp, still lonely
Every since I got money
All of these bitches, love me
Ridin' round in my Hellcat
He hate me, I felt that
Like Cody be actin' like he stand jack
Turn the T, I nailed that
You ain't grow up in the projects
I made a bitch, that’s some stretch
We love you more and one less
I don’t want you, baby, I want neck
I ain't buyin’ a bitch shit, if she ain't buy me shit
We ain't wanna hand cocked for a free bitch
I can't give a bitch shit, if she ain’t give me shit
She ain't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it
Say a nigga actin' crazy, that's how we get
We ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach shit?
I can't live with no bitch, she might bleach my shit
I just hit the back of the club on some VIP shit
Sosa baby
Sit gang, situation gang, bitch
I wanna clear my mind
I got a Lamborghini and it's parked outside
I'm in a Lamborghini
Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried
Wanna be my shorty, I am not pliced
Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain
Got some bad hoes, brought ‘em to me, gang
I mean, gang got bad hoes, and brought ‘em to me, me
Sent some flyers up, let you know, choppa got a mean grin
Fuck G on the west side of the fefe
You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG
Skinny lil' bitch, with a head like Riri
