歌詞

Yeah, why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you chasin' my flow Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you chasin' my hoe Why you hatin' on me Haters talkin' shit, but you know I'ma flow, ima flow Smoke where I go But you know, I'm the chillest in this hoe Realest from the west Realest from the villas I snatched your bitch and now she call me a killa Exotics on my bed while these bitches give me head Suicide blunts on my lips, while im getting head Mothafuckas on my back and they been there ever since Exotics on my bed while these bitches give me head Suicide blunts on my lips, while im getting head Mothafuckas on my back and they been there ever since Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you chasin' my flow Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you chasin' my hoe Why you hatin' on me Full time hustler, certified queen You know my thing, why they hatin' on me Take your bitch to the back room, and you won't see Let me loose it, they cannot compete All these other fuckers wanna say something Just to fill that void, makin' all that noise and We know that play Bet you know that game, we are not the same These folks lame, I know They all the same, can't cope They try and make shit flow I can't imagine that boat I won't assume your pain But please stay in your lane Cause if these ones could talk They'd have too much to say And I just do my best I've got these hoes all stressed They mad cause they impressed They mad that I'm the best Ask them why they hate They can't communicate I'll say what she can't say That bitch just think I'm great Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you chasin' my flow Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you hatin' on me Why you chasin' my hoe Why you hatin' on me
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