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From here my nigga. Shout my nigga Allstar. Can't forget my nigga Young Gotti. Gangsta Grillz. They glad broke, mad cause I'm rich. So put that nigga out if it's a hater In this bitch. When you bump him in the Club, make him start a riot. Throw my hood up, then go take it outside. They was glad I was broke, mad cause I'm Rich. So put that nigga out if it's a Hater in this bitch. When you in the club, Make him start a riot. Throw my hood up, then go take it outside. Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby mama love me. She see me in the club and runs up And hug me. I show her no love, she Keep on coming back. Telling me she got your Plug and where your money at. It must be my lac that's sitting on Pirellis. The way I'm counting stacks that got these niggas Jealous. See I'm hard on a hoe, I get Down for mine. You need a handout bitch, Don't waste your time. If you don't work, you don't eat. We go to jail, go to church, go to Sleep. I'm riding round with Scrappy in the A With my heat. Trying to figure out how to Get to Peach Street. Come on nigga. Young nigga but a certified player. And you's a bitch nigga, you's a bonafide hater. They was glad I was broke, but now I'm Living major. Hustling, serving niggas like a waiter For the paper. We riding down the strip in Something so wet. When your bitch see it make her wanna suck A nigga dick. Smoking dro and drinking liquor till A nigga get sick. Every city, every state, It's the same old shit. Nigga money make the world go round, so get Your hustle on. These niggas snitching so much, I'm like fuck a phone. Mad cause I'm on, they love to see me Down. I know you gon' let me shine and Get mine. They was glad I was broke, mad Cause I'm rich. So put that nigga out if It's a hater in this bitch. When you bump the club, make him start a Riot. Throw my hood up, then go take it Outside. They was glad I was broke, mad cause I'm rich. So put that nigga out if it's A hater in this bitch. When you bump in the club, make him start A riot. Throw my hood up, then go take It outside. Look hating ain't healthy nigga, So keep it moving. Them shots will wake your Whole hood up, I'm sleeping through it. Yeah, I'm used to it, automatic gun fire. Pull the trigger one time, sound like a thunder. You was glad I was broke, now you mad Cause your hoe love it when a nigga put It in the back of her throat. Buck, hide seek, murder and stalk, we ain't never Scared. I don't need my pistol in the club, I bought airs. I roll with hustlers that do Did white. Jump stupid, find out what these boots Feel like. Yeah, y'all know me, Allstar I'm so Street. Yeah, what it is, what it ain't, What it gon' be. I don't bust my gun Like a halftime football game. I aim straight and I took y'all name. And your whole clique look all lame. You can catch me in the house with the Pyrex and it cook all cane. Put that metal in your mouth, you gon' swear I was Dr. Walls. I'm in the club with my motherfucking Glock and Draws. I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my balls. You done hit him with no bullets but you Shot the walls. You shoot to scare, I aim And kill. When I don't call you they gon' Think your brain ain't real. I'm heavyweight in the game, y'all featherweight. When they hear a nigga take a loss they Wanna celebrate, They was glad I was broke, Mad cause I'm rich. So put that nigga out if it's a hater In this bitch. When you bump him the club, Make him start a riot. Throw my hood up, then go take it outside. They was glad I was broke, mad cause I'm Rich. So put that nigga out if it's a Hater in this bitch. When bump him in the Club, him start a riot. Throw my hood up, then go take it outside.
DJ Drama, Young Buck, All Star, Lil Murder — Where the Haters
«Where the Haters» — DJ Drama, Young Buck, All Star, Lil Murder. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:26. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
