Nigga Be Hatin' Testo

Testo Nigga Be Hatin'

[Hook] Mmmm-hmm, niggaz be hating Until they see you coming, and switch up they conversation Mmmm-hmm, haters still hating My records and my rims, in regular rotation Everytime you see me, I'm platinum get thoed And riding candy, with the suicide do's And you can see, I got that million dollar glow And in other words, I ain't worried-I ain't worried bout you hoes Ain't worried, nigga I show Ain't worried, bout you hoes (I show, I show) I ain't worried bout you hoes, we ain't worried We ain't worried, bout you hoes [Rasaq] Damn they hating, a man I'm taking Grands and making em throw, no your man's mistaken Any nigga talking hating, I knock his face in Punch him in the gut once, and give him constipation Lil' bloody from the altercation, or equitation Make niggaz get in line, like when a barber's fading When Rasaq is heated, Rasaq gon speak it Now the boy'll lay you down, like a postropedic I'm rocking up chips, flossing a watch Copping some kicks, knocking your dip dropping a drop Hotter the hip, raising the top Rasaq is so sick Squat in a drop, I'm too amazing to stop Your dame's on my jock claiming she not, you lame and he not Instead of blaming your chick, you blaming Rasaq Niggaz act the same as the cops, they handcuffing When he sees his damn muffin, flirting and blushing Hating on me is worthless cousin, don't hurt for nothing It just hurt the damn mall, when I go purchase something nigga And they hating nigga, Rasaq on the block yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See niggaz ask for ten, and mo' dollas they can spend But never be around when, you be out looking for them We ain't friends, you just know how to pretend And just trying to get up in, my circle so you can win And what do haters be saying, I ain't hating I'm just saying But they never say it to me, they always say it to them And he trying to get all, comfortable while he laying On the sofa in your den, is where that nigga be staying It be the nigga, in the crib where you live And you did let him live, in your crib for a bit But he would come back, to the crib with a chick And forget that the rims, and the whip wasn't his You looking at your spinning rims, and they chipped But this nigga didn't get, a damn job so there is No chance of ever ever, getting your wish Of him getting a bitch, and them getting them fixed You buying all the drinks, he sipping that liquor He behind you talking, ad libbing ass nigga He lying to you, like he's not the cash dealer Old two way contact, stealing ass nigga I hit a hater in the mouth, he hate on the South Or we can get specific with it, if he hate on the North Niggaz be opening they mouth, trying to hate on your floss Marshmellow ass niggaz, stop hating you're soft, Koopa [Hook]

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