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dj kay slay – hater proof lyrics

[chorus: meetsims]
i’m hater proof, you should already know
i get respect everywhere that i go
guess it’s why them people hatin’ for
ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
doin’ good ain’t never good where i’m from
found out you gettin’ paper, dough
guess that’s why them people hatin’ for
ahh-ahh-ahh

[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
kay slay, what’s up?
uh, burberry scarf and some timb boots
bad b-tch with me and she foreign too (lil’ bad b-tch)
pull up out the whip, hop out clutchin’ (clutch the forty)
makin’ wrist icee, i’m a slushie
my lil’ n-gga’ll face a n-gga (buck)
dj kay slay a n-gga (buck)
broad day a n-gga, clap
ay bay bay a n-gga (blaow-blaow)
i climbed from the bottom, i found a way out (found a way out)
you n-ggas the feds, pardon my layout
y’all make me go a lil’ harder
ain’t gon’ lie, i’m startin’ to like haters
look, i’m louied down, i’m a freshman like a ninth grader
f-ck her, put her out, no you can’t, i spend the night later
she tryna get goosed
stuck on me? i get some fly paper, uh

[verse 2: dave east]
who take the c0ke up in butcher crib? i was trappin out chess spot
baggin’ up i was swipin’ for tvs and an a xbox
robberies got me watchin’ (watchin’)
get caught slippin’? you bet’ not (not)
told your b-tch just to suck it, got me feelin’ like x-pac (ha)
they say i’m overrated, i ain’t been sober lately (never)
i get doped on the daily and f-ck them hoes, just come pay me (right)
i’m in control like baby, countin’ cash money, benjis (benjis)
got uptown in a frenzy
roll up, ounces and benzes
ninety percent crip and i got homies that’s billy
homies that’s mackin’, started injects with a package (i did)
f-ck a mtv list, got some marriotts on deck
tonight i got like three chicks
bring that money back to daddy, remix
cut that coca with that arm-n-hammer
sh-t is gettin’ real, i bought my mom a hammer
perk and me won’t talk to cameras
i’m off the sour, though
my cousin got a powder flow (huh)
next exit gotta get some gas, couple miles to go
boulders in the trunk so ain’t no smokin’ (nah)
laughin’ to the bank but i ain’t jokin’ (nah)
rich n-gga and i’m rollin’ (rollin’)
hammers on the seats so ain’t no speedin’ (slow down)
clip a n-gga quick, just need a reason
put that work in then we leavin’

- dj kay slay lyrics

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