Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Now Your Hating, artist - Nines. Album song From Church Rd. to Hollywood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Now Your Hating |
| Uh. |
| How can these niggas war me? |
| 2010 I gave my whole block walkie talkies |
| Told them let me know if there’s pagans on the block |
| If anybody uses it to play with gets a box |
| Uh, I’m on my extra grind when my vid drops… |
| Make sure your shit ain’t next to mine |
| Cause' I won’t send them threats online |
| Picture me rolling in a whip that ain’t stolen |
| All my niggas are frozen scooping most the fish in the ocean |
| I was 13 sliding down my bannister to sneak out |
| Me and Mig the only guys with food in the weed drought |
| My niggas in pen doing numbers on the wing |
| Getting rich off the white and the colour of my skin |
| I broke my sponge bob’s arm and the leg |
| My jeweler said to fix it’s gonna cost an arm and a leg |
| These days I’ll be running through the groupies so it’s less fun |
| Give them one for the team then onto the next one |
| I know you’re hating |
| And I ain’t even made at you |
| If I was you I would hate me too |
| Yeah my niggas ain’t a average group |
| Mig copped suited and booted like I’m part of the plod |
| Living life to the fullest, cause' we stay on the job |
| In the whip with a chick going to drop a bag off |
| Before I drop her off she gives the man the meanest blow job |
| Uh. |
| They call me a don |
| Make food, disappear with out no magic wand |
| First you see the bricks, make the calls, then they’re gone |
| Profit few racks, stacked in rubber bands, nothing long |
| Me and Nina killed the market getting rich off the chronics |
| You niggas are bums, might as well turn alcoholics |
| How the hell you flipped food for years and ain’t seen no profit |
| Grinding not shine you niggas might as well just stop it |
| You ain’t never seen mad P’s and food on your bedroom floor |
| Believe me donny my eyes have seen it all |
| Drought season, mad amount of food stashed in the settes |
| Holla if you need don’t consign straight beddies |
| I know you’re hating |
| And I ain’t even made at you |
| If I was you I would hate me too |
| Yeah my niggas ain’t a average group |
| Niggas are hating now, mans really gonna be hating soon… |
| Probably do an Audi shut down or suttin' |
| I know you’re hating |
| I ain’t made at you |
| I know you’re hating |
| I ain’t made at you |