Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hater Proof , by - Dj Kay Slay. Release date: 20.12.2018
Song language: English
Hater Proof |
| I’m hater proof, you should already know |
| I get respect everywhere that I go |
| Guess it’s why them people hatin' for |
| Doin' good ain’t never good where I’m from |
| Found out you gettin' paper, dough |
| Guess that’s why them people hatin' for |
| Kay Slay, what’s up? |
| Uh, Burberry scarf and some Timb boots |
| Bad bitch with me and she foreign too (Lil' bad bitch) |
| Pull up out the whip, hop out clutchin' (Clutch the forty) |
| Makin' wrist Icee, I’m a Slushie |
| My lil' nigga’ll face a nigga (Buck) |
| DJ Kay Slay a nigga (Buck) |
| Broad day a nigga, clap |
| Ay bay bay a nigga (Blaow-blaow) |
| I climbed from the bottom, I found a way out (Found a way out) |
| You niggas the feds, pardon my layout |
| Y’all make me go a lil' harder |
| Ain’t gon' lie, I’m startin' to like haters |
| Look, I’m Louied down, I’m a Freshman like a ninth grader |
| Fuck her, put her out, no you can’t, I spend the night later |
| She tryna get goosed |
| Stuck on me? |
| I get some fly paper, uh |
| I’m hater proof, you should already know |
| I get respect everywhere that I go |
| Guess it’s why them people hatin' for |
| Doin' good ain’t never good where I’m from |
| Found out you gettin' paper, dough |
| Guess that’s why them people hatin' for |
| Who take the coke up in butcher crib? |
| I was trappin out chess spot |
| Baggin' up I was swipin' for TVs and an Xbox |
| Robberies got me watchin' |
| Get caught slippin'? |
| You bet' not |
| Told your bitch just for suck it', got me feelin' like X-Pac |
| They say I’m overrated, I ain’t been sober lately |
| I get doped on the daily and fuck them hoes, just come pay me |
| I’m in control like Baby, countin' Cash Money, Benjis |
| Got uptown in a frenzy |
| Roll up, ounces and Benzes |
| Ninety percent Crip and I got homies that’s Billy |
| Homies that’s mackin', started injects with a package |
| Fuck a MTV list, got some Marriotts on deck |
| Tonight I got like three chicks |
| Bring that money back to daddy, remix |
| Cut that coca with that Arm-N-Hammer |
| Shit is gettin' real, I bought my mom a hammer |
| Perk and me won’t talk to cameras |
| I’m off the sour, though |
| My cousin got a powder flow |
| Next exit gotta get some gas, couple miles to go |
| Boulders in the trunk so ain’t no smokin' |
| Laughin' to the bank but I ain’t jokin' |
| Rich nigga and I’m rollin' |
| Hammers on the seats so ain’t no speedin' |
| Clip a nigga quick, just need a reason |
| Put that work in then we leavin' |
| I’m hater proof, you should already know |
| I get respect everywhere that I go |
| Guess it’s why them people hatin' for |
| Doin' good ain’t never good where I’m from |
| Found out you gettin' paper, dough |
| Guess that’s why them people hatin' for |