Lyrics They Don't Wanna Fight - Koopsta Knicca

They Don't Wanna Fight

But these bitches don’t like me
They wanna get just like me
But they don’t wanna fight me
When I was up in jail, hated by many niggas
Maybe cause I fucked they bitches
This rap gon' hurt they feelings!
They always talkin' 'bout killin', what’s goin' on in the game
You tryin' to flip they saying I’m talkin' 'bout money mane
Must one-on-one are won, thirtyone and lost none
Hoe why these bitches quick to jump to get they head bump
Soon I be out the door, probation, not parole
Nothing can stop this pro, motherfucker ya ain’t know?
Soon I be in they bitch, they sprung on masturbation
They hoe gon' have my baby with all the time they facin'
But I’m gon' take a breath, sit back and let it go
Soon I be on the roll, blowin' kush with pretty hoes
Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws
Killers that down with the homicide drive-by
Owning the streets we dwellin' on
I been on Jenny Jones, performed on Ricky Lake
Rock shows across the states, 8000 dollar plays
I dated 'cross the water, UK to Netherlands
Smoked out in Amsterdam, Germany my biggest fans
I been on Source awards, nominated for awards
The nation can’t avoid this «Tear da Club up» boy
They hate cause they ain’t shit and my whole click is rich
All my bitches thick while they be havin' fits
Got diamonds on my neck, Rolexes on my wrist
And that mane you can bet I’m cashin' royalty checks
The pit is still in me, and still poppin' bottles
Sippin' on purple lean, my girl’s a super model
If you don’t like this show go and tell it to yo hoe
Crash through your crowd, throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws
Killers that down with the homicide drive-by
Ownin the streets we drilling' em