Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck da Haters, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan.
Date of issue: 26.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck da Haters |
Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds |
Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage |
Four in that twenty, I’m drinking that muddy |
I don’t need juice when I’m drinking, on Tussin |
Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me |
Getting mine, I don’t play by my money |
Grew up in the streets, I ain’t trusting nothing |
Don’t run up, my nigga, because I’ma bust you |
Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it |
Very important, everything 'bout the money |
Got trap bunking on a Sunday |
Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred |
Stayed down and I fuck up the commas |
Got a bitch that look like Madonna |
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it |
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it |
Fuck a hater and his opinions |
Got a sweet trap, selling sugar and cinnamon |
Fuck the law, we don’t fuck with them |
Trap jumping, balling over the rim |
I ain’t gon' kill you, I’ma cut off a limb |
You a plankton nigga, smaller than a shrimp |
Bought two bricks, I’ma double them |
I put it in the pot, it’s bubbling |
Gotta cold rinse, use the oven mitts |
I can fuck with the roaches, but not the rats |
Strapped up like we at war at Iraq |
So many traps, I done wore out my welcome mat |
Pocket rocket with my belt buckle |
I’m a big dog, little pussy cat |
Got money and power, won’t take no disrespect |
My jewelry wet, got these bitches getting wet |
Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds |
Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage |
Four in that twenty, I’m drinking that muddy |
I don’t need juice when I’m drinking, on Tussin |
Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me |
Getting mine, I don’t play by my money |
Grew up in the streets, I ain’t trusting nothing |
Don’t run up, my nigga, because I’ma bust you |
Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it |
Very important, everything 'bout the money |
Got trap bunking on a Sunday |
Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred |
Stayed down and I fuck up the commas |
Got a bitch that look like Madonna |
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it |
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it |
Plugged in, put the fish in the oven |
Fuck the hater, he ain’t talking 'bout nothing |
All of my young niggas get to the money |
Jumped out the plane and she chews on my leg |
Specific nigga, this a Spiffy production |
Givenchy, nigga, man, I got by the dozen |
These niggas hating 'cause their bitches, they love it |
I’m strapped up everywhere, I act up in public |
Since a young nigga, been faithful to hundreds |
I need a mill worth of Harriet Tubmans |
No liquor, Act, Hitech, and Tussin |
Dressing fancy topic of discussion |
I was in the hood, if you don’t know me, you wasn’t |
Working for profit, everything 'bout the money |
Smoke it, cook it, these bitches love it |
Get on your knees, bitch, suck it |
Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds |
Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage |
Four in that twenty, I’m drinking that muddy |
I don’t need juice when I’m drinking, on Tussin |
Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me |
Getting mine, I don’t play by my money |
Grew up in the streets, I ain’t trusting nothing |
Don’t run up, my nigga, because I’ma bust you |
Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it |
Very important, everything 'bout the money |
Got trap bunking on a Sunday |
Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred |
Stayed down and I fuck up the commas |
Got a bitch that look like Madonna |
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it |
Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it |