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astro e - hatin’ on me?! lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, uh, yeah
she wanna hop in the coupe (vroom, vroom, vroom)
do it your self n+gga make a move (alright)
if i’m goin down, i’ma make it cool
when you’re a winner, n+gga you can’t lose (i can’t lose)
yeah, i got n+ggas speaking on me (oh why)
i got n+ggas that’s hatin’ on me (oh my)
i’m young rich n+gga i got me a 10
(oh my god she fine)
she a foreign b+tch, yeah she vietnamese
i got the bread and i spend it
new d+mn whip, it ain’t rented (uh)
got all these n+ggas offended
i don’t got gas cause i send it
i walk through the door with my eyes closed
chasin’ the money go psycho
i see my numbers as mind blowin’
i’ma take flight like a high note

[verse]
(ahhh, ahhhh)
she give me some more
she out of control, she hotter than most
she good on the head, she good on the bed
(ooooh, oohh)
her mama don’t know
her daughter a goat, her daughter a hoe
yuh, and rubbing that b+tt, i rubbing that hoe
i don’t owe n0body sh+t
take a picture n+gga take a fl!ck
make the camera man do a flip
i took your money little n+gga then dip
what you going do bout it
i got your b+tch and she got a new body
told her baby its ok
nothing wrong with a little enhancing
your body its yours
from the front to the back
to the back to front we enjoy it
and its not, and its not like a toy
her ass fat so she can make joy
right, right, right, back to the boys
right, right, right, back to illinois
(right, right, right, back)
pop on ya, send the opps on ya
(hollow clips in magazines)
robocops on ya, raining shots on ya, yeah
(drop your top off with that bean)
mix it one+handed, please
(mix it right, dirty tea)
it’s only gonna bring me peace
(don’t leave my cup, that’s for me)
yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
25 tesla v
spent that hunnid on the chief
that’s how much i believe
every day halloween
but we don’t trick and treat
[bridge]
i count dead in my dreams (no)
i can’t even fall asleep (no)
i can’t even fall asleep (no)
i can’t even fall asleep (no+ no)
i need to count the sheep (no)
i need to count the sheep (no)
i need to count the cheese (no)
i need to count that cheese (no+ no)
(yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
she wanna hop in the coupe (vroom, vroom, vroom)
do it your self n+gga make a move (alright)
if i’m goin down, i’ma make it cool
when you’re a winner, n+gga you can’t lose (i can’t lose)
yeah, i got n+ggas speaking on me (oh why)
i got n+ggas that’s hatin’ on me (oh my)
i’m young rich n+gga i got me a 10
(oh my god she fine)
she a foreign b+tch, yeah she vietnamese
i got the bread and i spend it
new d+mn whip, it ain’t rented (uh)
got all these n+ggas offended
i don’t got gas cause i send it
i walk through the door with my eyes closed
chasin’ the money go psycho
i see my numbers as mind blowin’
i’ma take flight like a high note
[beat switch]

[hook]
yeah, ok, uh, uh, ok
yeah, alright, uh, uh, ok
uh alright, uh, uh, ok
yeah, alright, uh, uh, ok
ok, ok, uh, uh

[verse 2]
yeah, these n+ggas be hatin on me
these n+ggas be hatin on me
but f+ck em, i something, i’m me
yeah, i’m something
something that got a vibe
you stay away, you k!lled the vibe
when i don’t f+ck with n+ggas i don’t like
i say bye
n+ggas be talkin that sh+t, n+ggas be talkin that sh+t, alright
(talk, talk, talk, talk, talk)
it’s ok, let em talk, let em talk, i’m gonna rise
(let em talk)
when i talk, when i talk, when i talk, you goin vibe
(skrrrrtt)
yeah, i just pulled up on your lot
can’t park on grass, so i stole your spot
there’s b+tches on b+tches on b+tches on b+tches
they come in fives, they hot or not
i am menace, i skip the whole f+ckin lunch line
they don’t comment so i’m fine
so i f+ck around sometimes
yeah i’m in the back of the class
i can see all of the ass
these b+tches, they fine, they bad
(ha ha, yeah, they got me singing like)
mamacita, cita, cita

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