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b.o.b - haterz everywhere (rich boy version) lyrics

[hook]
we got ’em goin’ down for the count
lookin’ at the ground
that’s why we got haters, that’s why we got haters
haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
haters everywhere we go, where we go
haters goin’ down for the count (one)
lookin’ at the ground (two)
i think you’re a hater, i think you’re a hater
haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
haters everywhere we go, where we go
haters goin’ down for the count

[verse 1: b.o.b.]
yes sir it’s the beast from decatur
cain’t see enemies and the haters
real sharp on my thing like a razor
blade, come clean like a shape up
so guess i got a game of tape up
but e’rybody gonna feel the need to say sum’n
but can’t speak up whenever you face ’em
thats what i call microphone gangsters
yea i got ’em okie-doke, yeah i’m raw you know my flow
cause b.o.b. be actin hard like a v–gr- overdose
talkin that noise on all them songs
a buncha lil’ boys but you all look grown
those n-ggas there and these n-ggas here
it really don’t matter cause they all just clones
go to school, read a book, be a lawyer
h-ll yeah man i’m all for the cause
ain’t tryin to get involved with the law sir
but a n-gga will get caught with the mausberg
and that just ain’t a threat on the song
don’t get it wrong cause this track is my own
cause n-ggas that slip they don’t last long

[verse 2: rich boy]
look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane?
no, it’s just [?] rise super high, burn them things
so look up, i’m in my ship and gettin’ skymiles
while you count your list [?]
haters never smile, they always talkin’ down
the more you start comin’ up the more they come around
i’mma, i’mma player, you’re a f-cking hater
so just a [?] and tell it to me later
all that hate have you spilled it like some sour milk
seen you up on fedex and never ever ship
haters tryna sack a player like a quarterback
if you wanna keep the bottom [?]
been a player way back before the [?]
it’s all [?] money, haters keep the change
b.o.b and rich boy, we on that grey street
i got that hater tints, but a ph.iv

[verse 2: wes fif]
hey – what the heck, breathe homie, me i’m doin what i always do
grindin if you wasn’t steady hatin you’d be ballin too
i know you see us fallin through, all the rich n-ggas is on my crew
f-ck it, they can’t touch us, if stuck up is what you call it cool
ooh~! you shoulda seen when i came down in that
black on black, custom gator, haters face down on the mat
splat! yeah i can make a green n-gga mad
quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his b-tch -ss
you can tell i’m a g by the walk and the stance
how i play the game make ’em talk in the stands
watch how you talk when you talk to the man
if it ain’t about bread you can talk to the hand
i, i, show you how to get rich
you got a weak arm i’ll show you how to pitch
made it so play i’ll show you how to hit
and tell the police i don’t know about sh-t
ay guy, i’m fly, something like the air
ain’t that somethin when it’s stuntin man there’s nothing like air
homey hold it right there, homeboy hold it down
spent five at the mall and had the haters goin down

- b o b lyrics

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