Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haters, artist - B.o.B. Album song Hi! My Name Is B.o.B., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.2009
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
Haters |
We got them going down for the count |
Looking at the ground |
That’s why we got haters, that’s why we got haters |
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go |
Haters everywhere we go, where we go |
Haters going down for the count |
Looking at the ground |
I think you’re a hater, I think you’re a hater |
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go |
Haters everywhere we go, where we go |
Haters going down for the count |
Yes sir it’s the beast from Decatur |
Can’t see enemies and the haters |
Real sharp on my thing like a razor |
Blade, come clean like a shape up |
So guess I got a game of tape up |
But everybody going to feel the need to say something |
But can’t speak up whenever you face them |
That’s what you call microphone gangsters |
Yeah, I got them okie-doke, yeah I’m raw, you know my flow |
Because folk be acting hard, like a Viagra overdose |
Talking that noise on all them songs |
A bunch of little boys but you all look grown |
Those niggas there, and these niggas here |
It really don’t matter because they all just clones |
Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer |
Hell yeah man I’m all for the cause |
Ain’t trying to get involved with the law sir |
But a nigga will get caught with the Mossberg |
And that just ain’t a threat on the song |
Don’t get it wrong because this track is my own |
Because niggas that slip they don’t last long |
Hey, what the lick read homie? |
Me I’m doing what I always do |
Grinding, if you wasn’t steady hating you’d be balling too |
I know you seen us falling through |
All the rich niggas is on my crew |
Fuck it, they can’t touch us, if stuck up is what you call it cool |
Oh! |
You should of seen when I came down in that |
Black on black, custom gator, haters face down on the mat |
Splat! |
Yeah I can make a green nigga mad |
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass |
You can tell I’m a G by the walk and the stance |
How I play the game make them talk in the stands |
Watch how you talk when you talk to the man |
If it ain’t about bread you can talk to the hand |
I, I, show you how to get rich |
You got a weak arm I’ll show you how to pitch |
Made it so play I’ll show you how to hit |
And tell the police I don’t know about shit |
Aye guy, I’m fly, something like the air |
Ain’t that something? |
When it’s stunting man there’s nothing like air |
Homie hold it right there, homeboy hold it down |
Spent five at the mall and had the haters going down |