I Don't Think They Love Me

Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on On foenem Nah, for real Thank you, thank you, thank you We done buried so many of the guys Got an AP, but don't know when it's your time She like "Sosa, do you like fish?", uh-uh If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton Chopsticks, sizzle cake 'cause he bum-bum-bum Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fuck? I pulled Jovel out the seat, and pump him up You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up In the yard, these bitches jookin' on me Party bitches, jookin' on me Pop him and his homie Fry they ass like baloney I can buy a chimp, still lonely Ever since I got money All my dang bitches love me Ridin' round in my Hellcat He hate me, I felt that With a coat she be actin' stand Jack Turn the T, I nailed that You ain't grow up in the projects I made a bitch, that's some stretch We love you more and one less I don't want you, baby, I want neck I ain't buyin' a bitch shit, if she don't buy me shit We one hand cocked for a freak bitch I can't give a bitch shit, if she ain't gave me shit She ain't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it Say a nigga actin' crazy, that's how we get We ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach shit? I can't live with no bitch, she might bleach my shit I just hit the back of the club on some VIP shit Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Sosa baby Sit gang, situation gang, bitch I wanna clear my mind I got a Lamborghini and it's parked outside I'm in a Lamborghini Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried Wanna be my shorty, I am not Plies Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain Got some bad hoes, brought 'em to me, gang I mean, gang got bad hoes, and brought 'em to me, me Sent some flyers out to let you know the choppa got a mean grin Fuck G on the west side of the fefe You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG Skinny lil' bitch, with a head like RiRi --- I Don't Think They Love Me - Chief Keef