Lyrics Don't Like That - Section Boyz

Don't Like That

Everyday man smoke tree
Mumzy didn’t like that
Peng gyal pouring my drink
She probably wanna spike man
Manaman see us on the street
I"m like «Who's that? My Man»
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Manaman see us on the street
I’m like «Who's that?
My Man?»
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like that
(Deepee)
-Boom-
I was with a low on the backroad
Bro got the smoke on the front line
Running with about ten hundro
I just saw Jakes in a Hyundai
Cats looking at me when I walk in
Smelling like I got a drag line
I just got a pack in the morning
I’m try’na get it gone by lunch time
Try’na get it gone by noon
No bullshitting if it’s my tune
Beg friends try’na stay on my goons
They say don’t, then they’re scared what the dons might do
In my coat got it long and it’s thick like mousse
And it’s strong so it kicks like wong Thai fu
Niggas choke on their bong cause they love my food
Try appoaching me wrong and it’s long, my yout
Ba-boom, I got my racks
Wouldn’t, I can sign that
Your booboo, she’s on my man
So mhmm, you don’t wife that
Got your missus holding a weapon up in my flats
Got your missus holding, I bet you don’t like that
Nigga said he wanted a second, I said «Why's that?»
Told my brudda 'Hold on a seconf, I’ll phone right back"
Man are nice chaps and why hype chat?
So we’ll try relax, I don’t climax
You got a trap phone, your dad’s at home
No backbone, you’re not like that
From long time I’ve been pain
Summer in Spain, Tryna fly back
And I been out there in the rain
Cause mum’s saying that we need sky back
(Swift)
Manaman se eus on the street
I’m like «Who's that?
My Man»
you had never slept in the trap
Them manna weren’t like that
Bro stepped in with the MAC
I’m like «What's that, a 9-MAC?»
Them man chat like my sis
Shh, I don’t like that
I don’t smoke mersh or Thai
That come in like Thailand
That gyal gave me her life
Told bro «You shouldn’t wife that»
What trolley I was bagging up at nine
She didn’t know I was like that
Been on the field up front
I am no kinda right back
(Why, why, why, why?)
I am no kinda sidman
I get the smoke an dlight man
I do road caus eI can
Number nine is my fam
That gyally wanna spike man
She just left with my man
Mhmm, you don’t like htat?
Muay Thai, Buddha, manna fight man
Came like grr grr, I will knife man
Loads of ch-ching if I don’t lik eman
I ain’t into the green byt I can buy that
What you looking at?
Get a life man
They’re some chi chi man, that’s 20 light man
I’m just saying words, I’m coming nice man
(HOOK)
Everyday Man smoke tree
Mumzy didn’t like that
Peng gyal pouring my drink
She probably wanna spike man
Manaman see us on the street
I’m like «Who's that?
My man?»
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like htat
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Manaman see us on the street
I’m like «Who's that?
My Man»
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like that
(SLEEKS)
Fuck a hype chat, I don’t like that
On the feld with a stick, I’ma strike that
young G Doing dirt on a bike back
Then go home and take pics on the ipad I’m tryna get rich, that’s why I trap
But I still got pricks tryna fight man
I don’t like that,
I don’t like man
Tryna smoke weed, go buy that
Had beef on the corner
Two beats with the shotgun, warm up
Had keys, but we had no order
Back then, reing up quater for quater
Now man a big man, got big plans and I stepped out
Looking mad shout like a border
Trey got corn in a corner
Man get wrapped in a bag like a order
Uh-uh, you’re not my fam
Uh-uh, you’re not like man
You shoulda, coulda, woulda
But these niggas never would’ve tried man
Got the leathers on, magic in the one
Got a nigga ducking from the right van
This never looking like a sideman
I’ma open him up like a Sprite can
Who’s that?
My man?
All up in my eyes fam
If a nigga move wrong
Mummy told me just to fight back
And even though I smoke weed
And mumzy didn’t like that
She keep talking bout life plans
And I’m just try’na buy me the right pack
When the broke niggas preeing on me
Nigga know I don’t like that
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Looking at me like he can’t buy that
Couple fly guys that’ll sky that
See me in the streets, don’t try that
Likkle man, why you try’na act like a G?
I can tell you ain’t like that
Manna tear down shows and my niggas do road
Like yo, where the mic at?
Money in my hands from my knife chat
Bands in elastic, that ain’t no light stack
Get it in, get it gone, get it right back
Cheese on the rats, gotta watch where the mice at
Got it catting for the long, now she wanna ring a dong
But nah I wouldn’t wife that
Got the peng tings coming over
Tell a butters ting move from me
Spread 'em out like Clover
I don’t want no dead ting, that’s a zombie
9 in my right if man try’na wrong me
Manna get left to the side like my broccoli
Feds came up in my pad try’na lock me
Jumped out the window, I told 'em it’s not me
What you mean, no smoking?
Manna roll the ganja and I light that
Loud making noise in the whole house
Knew my mumzy didn’t like that
Getting down in the south side
With my section and a couple of fly gyal
Big .45 if a man wanna fight back
Talking my name?
Uh-uh, I don’t like that
Everyday man smoke tree
Mumzy didn’t like that
Peng gyal pouring my drink
She probably wanna spike man
Manaman see us on the street
I’m like «Who's that?
My man?»
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Mhmm, I don’t like that
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm I don’t like that
Manaman see us on the street
I’m like «Who's that?
My man?»
Probably wanna smoke my weed
Mhmm, I don’t like that