Koopsta Knicca - They Don't Wanna Fight lyrics
[Koopsta Knicca - They Don't Wanna Fight lyrics]
But these bitches don't like me
They wanna get just like me
But they don't wanna fight me
But these bitches don't like me
They wanna get just like me
But they don't wanna fight me
But these bitches don't like me
They wanna get just like me
But they don't wanna fight me
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' fit's
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
They wanna get just like me
But they don't wanna fight me
But these bitches don't like me
They wanna get just like me
But they don't wanna fight me
But these bitches don't like me
They wanna get just like me
But they don't wanna fight me
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' fit's
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