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dj drama - i'ma hata lyrics

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
yeah i’m a hater, f-ck your wrist
yeah i’m a hater, f-ck your life
yeah i’m a hater, n-gga f-ck your money
f-ck your car n-gga, f-ck your clique
yeah i’m a hater, f-ck your wrist
yeah i’m a hater, n-gga f-ck your car
yeah i’m a hater, n-gga f-ck your money
n-gga f-ck your life, f-ck your clique, squad

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
that n-gga muggin’ like he hard or somethin’
like he want his ex be like my broad or somethin’, squad
they say i’m rappin’ like i’m ’bout that
i told ’em come and try n-gga if they doubt that
that fugazi -ss chingy, he ain’t pop that
thuggin’ like the ’96 pac back
ain’t no one-on-ones, if it was we should jump that
bsm shawty, we k!ll all rats
brrrat, ll these n-ggas -sscheek
if you ask me, these n-ggas lamb meat
feed ’em to the wolves then
catch me by myself n-gga, bet i’m still dumpin’

[verse 2: tyler the creator]
umm hey fella, how you doin’?
well i’m doin’ bad and i hope your day’s ruined
when you’re on stage i’m the one that’s booing
’cause i hate your guts, haha
i’ll be in the bushes lurkin’
while you live life so godd-mn perfect
’cause my life sucks, and it serves no purpose
i’m gonna f-ck yours up to make sh-t worth it
f-ggot, why the f-ck do you have it
why the f-ck don’t i got it, and any way i can stop it, is perfect
f-ck your moms, dead homies, the b-tch you sleep with
f-ck your food, the protein in it, that fork you eat with
i’ll have your wife beat d-ck, get pregnant
ad then make you think that it’s yours
now that’s the real definition of sneak diss
i’m silky johnson’s left hand, coming like the next trend
sucks ’cause i’m your best friend, n-gga

[verse 3: derez de’shon]
time is money, you can die today or tomorrow
n-ggas trippin’ like they forgot how much a body costs
i’m in the hood, n0body caught
all the chains lookin’ like it’s f-ckin’ mardi gras
my top down, seat way back
disrespect the squad, get your face cracked
dt youngins claiming bodies for your state tax
call the clean-up crew, no ajax
when i’m wrong, i’m still right, who gon’ say somethin’?
all that flexin’ like my youngins won’t take somethin’
dgbsm, we gon shake somethin’
potato on the barrel, watch me bake somethin’

- dj drama lyrics

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