Haters

Lyfe Jennings - Haters

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(Spoken Portion)
Yyyeeeaaahhh!
hahaha!
What up, track boy!
I wanna send a big shout out to all you haters!
Now I know normally a ***** don't do this,
but see I m different. I m grateful for you haters. LET S GET IT!!!!!!

(Verse 1)
Flow s so cracked, the feds wanna indict me.
So ill your immune system wanna fight me.
So poor that the **** heads wanna light me.
Ballin so hard, the quarterback wanna hike me.
You dudes cryin that it s lonely at the top.
Stop whinnin'. It s sauce and macaroni at the top.
I m not a pimp by blood, imma pimp by all means.
All it takes to knock a chick is to put on some clean jeans.

(Chorus)
You know my style, dude, tell it to da next man.
I aint buyin dat; sell it to the next man.
Goin postal, but mail it to the next man.
I cant hear you hater!!!
You know my style, dude, tell it to da next man.
I aint buyin dat; sell it to the next man.
Goin postal, but mail it to the next man.
I cant hear you hater!!!

(Verse 2)
You see that Maserati hauled in the driveway.
I saw a picture, went and bought that b**** the next day.
I paid cash for it, a hundred twenty grand.
The whole dealership; my father sayin I m da man!
He got a Visa, I got a black card. So much cheese on it,
I call it the "rat" card. I gotta good girl, I gotta bad mouth.
She like my swagger cause I m nasty like da waffle house!

(Chorus)
You know my style, dude, tell it to da next man.
I aint buyin dat; sell it to the next man.
Goin postal, but mail it to the next man.
I cant hear you hater!!!
You know my style, dude, tell it to da next man.
I aint buyin dat; sell it to the next man.
Goin postal, but mail it to the next man.
I cant hear you hater!!!

(Bridge)
If you see your hater put your hand in the air and say "hi hater, hi hater!"
If you see your hater put your hand in the air and say "Bye hater, bye hater!"
If somebody tells you you ll never be nothin' say "You re a lie, hater. Lie, hater!"
This is your time, this is your shine.
These are the best years of your life!
(Now go on and tell them haters!!)

(Chorus)
You know my style, dude, tell it to da next man.
I aint buyin dat; sell it to the next man.
Goin postal, but mail it to the next man.
I cant hear you hater!!!
You know my style, dude, tell it to da next man.
I aint buyin dat; sell it to the next man.
Goin postal, but mail it to the next man.
I cant hear you hater!!!

Hater, see you later!
Hater, see you later!
Hater!