Justin Bieber

Lyrics

[Intro] Gang and them, no lames with them (LDThaMonsta) [Chorus] I don't like you niggas, y'all probably don't like me either I be in Givenchy, y'all be rockin' wife beaters That's your baby girl, that's my lil' nightly eater If it's not the Benz, I'm probably slidin' 'round in Bimmers I be smokin' gas, you be rollin' up sativa He know his bitch an eater, but he still don't wanna leave her Standin' on business, just gotta leave it up to beavers Not clockin' to you niggas that the Plug still undefeated [Verse] Okay, you a demon, but they don't know your name at Neimans She gon' hit hеr knees for the middle name of Jеsus Shells in the Glock 'cause I got stripes like my Adidas You can join the team, you just gotta pledge allegiance We can get some money or bitch sent up out the region Please don't ask me 'bout no other hoes, I got amnesia It's game time, she want some play time with Coach Ralfy You can make her do anything when you got a mouthpiece I ain't got no service in the hills, I'm way out your reach Talkin' crazy in the booth, they gon' say I'm all beat All you niggas rappin' 'bout diamonds, where y'all pieces? It's in me and it's on me, I got sauce, I can't teach this Juggin' and finessin', spent some bands on a cheap 'fit Sock it to my pocket if you tryna be elite, bitch In Kim Juan crib, they was somewhere on a ski trip You really wanna win, gotta play offense and defense German engineerin', I want the little cheap whips Ralfy the coach, bitch, not one of them lil' weak pimps You wanna swim with a pisces, gotta come to the deep end It be sharks and piranhas over here on the deep end Gotta get through them obstacles, this ain't gon' get the keys to win These niggas wanna be demons when they need to feed they kids How you tellin' niggas to slide on you at your mama crib? You not a man, you's a boy, you don't even pay your mama bills Sometimes I just be sayin' shit, I gotta chill How you get all them whips, Pastor Ralfy, without no deal? Diamonds playin' Ring Around the Rosie in the bezel and they real A nigga ain't never told you loose lips get you killed? Your whole career trash, you need to redo your build That's my lil' fine shit, she gon' meet me in the hills [Chorus] I don't like you niggas, y'all probably don't like me either I be in Givenchy, y'all be rockin' wife beaters That's your baby girl, that's my lil' nightly eater If it's not the Benz, I'm probably slidin' in a Bimmer I be smokin' gas, you be rollin' up sativa He know his bitch an eater, but he still don't wanna leave her Standin' on business, just gotta leave it up to beavers Not clockin' to you niggas that the Plug still undefeated