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