Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haters, artist - Complex. Date of issue: 09.03.2015
Song language: English
Haters |
| They tried to put me in my grave |
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay |
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes |
| You know how the sayin' goes |
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes |
| You know I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on my haters, dab |
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad |
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab |
| SQUAAAD! |
| Dabbin' on 'em, I’m about to go All-Madden on 'em |
| They gon' need more paddin' on 'em |
| Goin' Zero Dark Thirty, Bin Ladin on 'em |
| From the south side, Clayton County, homie |
| Hold the ball like your boy got ransom on it |
| You in the friend zone, romancin', homie |
| I’m in the end zone, and I’m dancin', homie |
| Flocka Flame, I’m back again |
| You asked me once, don’t ask again |
| Hit the sack and I’m stackin' and stackin' ends |
| Linebacker like flash, won’t pass again |
| Cam Newton, that’s the young gun |
| Peyton Manning, that’s the O. G |
| Ain’t a man alive I’ll run from |
| Better pay up if you owe me |
| You know me, I’m goin' off now |
| You know you fools done lost now |
| I was Gucci’s goon, I’m a boss now |
| All you gettin' lost in the sauce now |
| I ain’t mad at y’all, I feel bad for y’all |
| Watch out for the snakes, they’re trappin' y’all |
| Ain’t a safety that save me or tackle y’all |
| Champagne for the pain, I’ma laugh it off |
| KERI HILSON |
| feat. |
| WAKA FLOCKA & K CAMP |
| New! |
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| Lyrics… |
| They tried to put me in my grave |
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay |
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes |
| You know how the sayin' goes |
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes |
| You know I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on my haters, dab |
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad |
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab |
| SQUAAAD! |
| Dabbin' on 'em, I’m about to go All-Madden on 'em |
| They gon' need more paddin' on 'em |
| Goin' Zero Dark Thirty, Bin Ladin on 'em |
| From the south side, Clayton County, homie |
| Hold the ball like your boy got ransom on it |
| You in the friend zone, romancin', homie |
| I’m in the end zone, and I’m dancin', homie |
| Flocka Flame, I’m back again |
| You asked me once, don’t ask again |
| Hit the sack and I’m stackin' and stackin' ends |
| Linebacker like flash, won’t pass again |
| Cam Newton, that’s the young gun |
| Peyton Manning, that’s the O. G |
| Ain’t a man alive I’ll run from |
| Better pay up if you owe me |
| You know me, I’m goin' off now |
| You know you fools done lost now |
| I was Gucci’s goon, I’m a boss now |
| All you gettin' lost in the sauce now |
| I ain’t mad at y’all, I feel bad for y’all |
| Watch out for the snakes, they’re trappin' y’all |
| Ain’t a safety that save me or tackle y’all |
| Champagne for the pain, I’ma laugh it off |
| They tried to put me in my grave |
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay |
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes |
| You know how the sayin' goes |
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes |
| You know I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on my haters, dab |
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad |
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on 'em, get that cash on 'em |
| I said, «Dab on 'em,» throw the flag on 'em |
| Look, understand I’m the boy |
| Catchin' plays like McCoy |
| Catchin' plays like Emmitt |
| I’ma get mine and handle my business |
| Ready or not, say the word, here I come |
| I make the call, I’m on field like a coach |
| Dab… I’m doin' the most |
| Dab… I am the GOAT |
| Dab… I am the pope |
| Shawty know this her theme song |
| And I guarantee we bring rings home |
| Let’s give 'em all a reason to be envious |
| Never took a loss, we only win, that’s why they envy us |
| Can’t you hear that engine burn? |
| We call that motivation |
| Heavy in the game, get your weight up |
| Watch me dab on a hater |
| They tried to put me in my grave |
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay |
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes |
| You know how the sayin' goes |
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes |
| You know I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on my haters, dab |
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad |
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab |
| They tried to put me in my grave |
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay |
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes |
| You know how the sayin' goes |
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes |
| You know I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on my haters, dab |
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad |
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab |
| You know I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on my haters, dab |
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad |
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab |