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dj butter - we don't like u كلمات الأغنية

dj b-tter scratches a sample
“biatch”

[proof talking]
this is what they need to know
they need to know this is some sick note sh-t
they need to know that sh-t, this is also some promatic sh-t ya hear me
dogmatic and proof ya hear me, on top of that it’s some detroit sh-t
and some dj b-tter sh-t, we don’t like you, sh-t happens
esham we don’t like you
icp we don’t like ya’ll

[proof]
lets go back before rapping, mixing, toasting, and dubbing
when i was making bread without a loaf in the oven
i’ll snipe at the closest of your cousins
b-tch you’re gonna post up for f-cking
see that, i don’t do that
blew back your wig, that’s how new jacks get did
that’s how the few tracks is, kickin new raps for ears
ya’ll ready to die like big recorded
when your flow is sh-t regular, when rig is morted father
kids deported, i rig the borders
i swallowed the weed and jumped the bridge’s shoulders
playas that run the d don’t use words
like “shhhhhh” ya heard
proof is now on its own, for now known
i’m a grounded mole, while i plow your home
spit flames now n-gga your brows are gone
you ain’t sh-t; i’m a thousand miles from wrong
i’ll eradicate your molecules and even if your mamma swallowed you
or your pops pulled down on you, i don’t like you
overnight hypes with mics that have pity little trife fights with dyk-s
have mountain climbers try swap the pipes
bloaw then it’s the worst night of your life
over my first, n-ggas are high from this sh-t
you don’t even hear the boom cause you die from the clip

[hook: (proof) and dogmatic]
(cause you b-tches) don’t like you
matic don’t like you, we don’t like you
“biatch”
proof don’t like you, matic don’t like you
we don’t like you
“biatch”

[dogmatic]
yo, live from detroit it’s sat-rday night
as i bite down on theses shrooms, i’m bound to fight
sn-tching ice on sight (b-tch it’s devil’s night)
give me fifty cent worth of gas and a rag to light
(we blowin up your house) you think we playin
(we blowin up your house) you know what i’m sayin
you’re an accident waiting to happen
and just as soon i’m finish rappin, my 380 is about to start clappin
you better hope that i’m high when i see you
and if i’m high i’ll still gonna walk by and see you
and if i’m sober it’s all f-ckin over
you better hope you don’t see the matic no more
you get your little ligaments tore have your jaw sore
attack your whack -ss like a f-cking wild bore
punk the hardest n-gga treat him like a wh0r-
my face in the dictionary under hardcore
kick in the door waving the four-four
all you heard was matic don’t hit me no more
punch him in the nose and shoot him in the shin
let him know me and those ho n-ggas ain’t friends

“you little b-tch”

dj b-tter scratches a sample
“biatch”

- dj butter

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