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illy - haters wanna copy lyrics

[chorus]
“hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
ayy
w-ssup
said i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
yeah, ayy
w-ssup
yeah, yeah, [?] i be
“hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy” yeah

[verse 1: illy]
so i’m like, “chill, b-tch”, hit the k!ll switch, h-lla faded
been elevated, been on real sh-t, been sayin’
for the longest my familia be the greatest
[?] status, respect is what you pay them
when you play this game the haters want a control seat, but don’t seem to get
you can’t [?] seasoned vets
like i’m a product of my city, they synonymous with sydney
i say i dub, well, come to mine, brah, lupe and jimmy
still there’s f-ck boys thinkin’ they can hang around the heat
talk [?] sh-t’s a matter of degrees
and we ain’t balkin’, we enforcin’, we ain’t snappin’ at your feet
cold k!llers on the beat, toe tag it up and leave
and got a whole lot more fuel in the locker, no water shed
[?] settle score for them, don’t make this sh-t awkward with
while squad up on high beam, isn’t that sh-t obvi’?
and if you wanna find me, b-tch, you know that i

[chorus]
“hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
ayy
w-ssup
said i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
yeah, ayy
w-ssup
[?] i be
“hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”

[verse 2: nick lupi]
sh-t [?] i dub representer, in nightclub sippin’ limoncello
fly c-nts keep a seventh letter
she want me to chase her but i never sweat her
they say “how you doin’, nick?”, i said “b-tch, never better”
’cause i never waste a second of mine on a hater
don’t even rate her, mention not even on my radar
all i got on my radar is pasta and paper
and rhymes, i been on the grind like skaters
uh, i’m from an era where the battles were legitimate
you watch from the side of the cypher before you get in it
you studied your craft ‘fore you put it on the internet
you’ll never p-ss if you spittin’ it illiterate
uh, we get the spot buzzin’, run a muck brother
we in the dutch oven, y’all into dutch rudders
y’all ain’t got nothin’, just a bunch of dumb suckers
if you really want somethin’ then w-ssup motherf-ckers

[chorus]
i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
ayy
w-ssup
said i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
yeah, ayy
w-ssup
lookin’ for me, i be
“hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”

[verse 3: jimmy nice]
i know the difference between walkin’ together and being led
led, eatin’ together and bein’ fed
anything that you hear may not always be what was said
when you playin’ chinese whispers with the prisoners in your head
never let another’s position effect your vision
we don’t own no television, we go-getters, we livin’
listen, the truth missin’ like the desert in the rain
or kendrick and sherane, so i’m the black box
on the plane, know what i’m sayin’? my hand on my [?]
other hand brush off sand from sashimi
call up my boy, illy, “what’s the status of the cd?”
the plaque’s now dipped in gold like nefert-ti
well, we ain’t seein’ no parallels in sales
but true homies keep it straight up and down like half-twelve
why would you f-ckers hate when there’s love to be made?
’cause we got ladies ravioli, racking rappers on my plate

[chorus (extended)]
i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
ayy
w-ssup
said i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
ayy
w-ssup
said i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
ayy
said i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”
w-ssup
ayy
said i be “hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy”

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