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dmb gotti - haters lyrics

[intro]
aye
d.m.b

[verse 1]
look
i need a bad b+tch a little classy but a whole lotta ratchet
ion trust stash getting caught with some class sh+t
touch the backend make the money do a backflip, running up a bag b+tch like i ain’t never had sh+t
why the f+ck these n+ggas thought that i was here to play with them
lovin my new lawyer done caught went he beat them cases up
i just had a talk with my p.o about vacation cause
i got my paper up that’s probably why my haters up
you can’t pay to come and play with us
you don’t make enough that’s all imma say for us
why you n+ggas take advice from who you take it from
and how n+ggas talk bout millions but ain’t play with nun
back to back i pull up hottest sh+t yall ever seen aye
booty shakin with record i think wе need a replay
mmh i mean its tragic make a n+gga disappеar like i got magic
free my little brother he body hunting get active
stack the money up and stick it in a mattress
said she feeling nasty teleport her to the backseat
n+ggas pillow talking but never wanna get at me
look don’t even trip i get it you acting different huh
the boy loud he probably wanna get lifted huh
i want a meeting with yo leader you ain’t big enough
no matter fact pass this message tell em give it up n+ggas be tryna sit with us
pass the ball and watch me piv it up
b+tch i’m gettin money what the f+ck i need a ceiling foe
no “hi”, “bye” no “text me later” just give and go
we gotta miss him so the message really sit with bro
i’m not that n+gga that you think i am
if i want that with every dollar i can leave with that
woah flex got my weight up and my check right, crash to the left make a right at the next light
ooh copy that the boy done had it he riding right with a strap
sin city she boppin off getting smack
been did it you can’t name a b+tch i ain’t have
listen to me man i’m hi+tech can’t n0body write how i be writing
secret and a dog but ain’t no style that i be biting
how you getting money but ain’t buying out a diamond
they won’t let it seek us they get fidget up with choppas, on my mama
quit with all that staring at my pockets i get dollars
you won’t see what kinda problems come with that
baby confused like how she f+cking leave with nothing, welcome to charity leave yo feelings by the mat
bad b+tch with a whole lotta rack
ion trust stash getting caught with a strap
touch backend make the money to a backflip
running up a bag b+tch like i ain’t never had sh+t
[outro]
sit on that d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
sit on that d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
sit on that d+ck
sit on that d+ck
sit on that
sit on that
sit on that
sit on that
sit on that d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
sit on that d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
sit on that d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck
sit on that d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck, d+ck

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