Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don’t Get Along , by - Honey C. Song from the album Like A Drug, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HC
Song language: English
Don’t Get Along |
| Can’t get along with 'em |
| Can’t get along with 'em |
| Nah, nah |
| My mentality is way before my time |
| How the fuck I got so far, I’m way before my prime |
| I be chasing dreams while all you suckers stand in line |
| I say fuck them bitches, I’m gon' take whatever’s mine |
| Boss affiliated, I’m protected every coast |
| Shout outs to my ballers and my niggas, we so close |
| They showed me these boys they ain’t no man they fuckin' jokes |
| So I stuck to the dope and I keep one tucked in my coat |
| What about you, nigga? |
| Never robbed none, never popped one |
| Never dropped none, never shot none |
| Never got one, you ain’t cop none |
| You a flop son, nigga stop frontin' |
| Niggas toupee that moue |
| Can’t soufflé, fuck a new case |
| No groupies, ain’t a new wave |
| Anybody say I changed never knew H |
| These bitches is weak |
| All copying Honey but these bitches ain’t sweet |
| When I spit fire don’t speak |
| We don’t get tired, no sleep |
| He said each other, no me |
| Man, these thirsty fuck niggas on fleek |
| Hoes talking down on me |
| I got them rounds on me |
| All pounds for me |
| And I don’t like anybody I meet |
| I don’t mess with these hoes |
| Can’t get along with 'em |
| Can’t get along with 'em |
| Can’t get along with 'em |
| Just don’t get along with 'em |
| I don’t mess with these hoes |
| Look at these hoes |
| Livin' their live |
| This bitch done fuck the whole team |
| And you made her your wife? |
| Shout out you crusty ass niggas |
| You stay good and played every night |
| That bitch is nasty |
| If I had a dick, I still wouldn’t give her the pipe |
| I don’t fuck with these hoes |
| And I don’t fuck with niggas who fuckin' these hoes |
| Fuck are them niggas who coppin' these hoes |
| Bitches ain’t loyal they’re bluffin' for show |
| You just as weak as the pussy you hitting |
| Who the hell you think you kidding? |
| When I come through all them bitches is sittin' |
| She can’t make no decisions |
| Hoes fake like a spray tan |
| Can’t deal with a waste man |
| Mother fuck your Ray bans |
| I used to rob hoes at the station |
| But I’m too broke for that |
| High school shit, too stoned for that |
| You bro actin' like a |
| Thirst on sumo, we don’t get along for that |
| Tell 'em suck a dick |
| then I send 'em in a lift |
| That’s it, shit |
| Baby boy boy don’t trip |
| Your bitch is know how good you lick |
| (x2) + (x2) |