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malow mac – haters want me dead lyrics

[intro]
you gotta be grateful, you need haters
what the f+ck is you complaining about?
what the f+ck do you think a haters job is?
to f+cking hate, so let them m+th+f+ckers do they god d+mn job
yeah, guess who m+th+f+ckas
malow mac eleven m+th+f+ckas
these m+th+f+ckas want me dead
wanna catch me slippin’
put a bullet in my head
these m+th+f+ckas want me gone
well if it’s on then it’s on

[verse 1]
pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
psycho family, hi power soldiers on mine
foos try to sm+t up my name, stop my shine
f+cking with my life equals f+cking with my line
in the streets of riverside
haters wanna see malow mac diе
see my jefa cry, lord knows i’m a ride
i kiss my little girl and boy goodnight
grab my strap and ski mask as i еnter the night
and even though i know better
i can’t just bow down
what kind of man would i be if threw in the towel
look at me now, aw yeah, baby picture me rollin’
in a plush amg all legit, not stolen
i have my homies from the family
they rollin’ with me
the bloodline of a champion, you ain’t f+cking with me
f+ck a boss, i’m a king
that’s for eternity
no wonder why these f+cking haters wanna murder+murder me, what
[chorus]
m+th+f+ckas want me+want me
want me dead (f+ck em all)
catch me slippin’, put a, put a bul+bullet in my head
m+th+f+ckas want+want me+want+want me gone
well if+ well if+we’ll if+it’s on +it’s on then it’s on

[verse 2]
i can’t deny it, i know they wanna try it
but no one’s f+cking with me
malow mac eleven, sur side cali
born in the streets of los, raised in the i+e
i’m a lost f+cking angel, banging inland empire
f+ck all you haters, 100 spoke wires
until i retire foos wanna get me
f+ck my ass up, dome shots then they left me
the rumors that i hear people
i’m not forgetting
packing hollow tips that’ll leave you more than limping
sick of the gossip and chisme, who’s tripping?
trust no man, don’t speak, who’s creeping?
i’m a maniac in blue, whose who
you don’t know, do you?
no clue, no rules
these foos are held accountable to chrome tools
mac+11 .45’s and sniper deuce deuce
[chorus]
m+th+f+ckas want me+want me
want me dead (f+ck em all)
catch me slippin’, put a, put a bul+bullet in my head
m+th+f+ckas want+want me+want+want me gone
well if+ well if+we’ll if+it’s on +its on+it’s on then it’s on

[outro]
these m+th+f+ckas want me dead
six feet deep with bullets in my head
2010 f+ck all my enemies, f+ck all the haters
malow mac eleven, psycho family rider
hi power king baby
these m+th+f+ckas want me dead
cause i be a leader in these streets
m+th+f+ckas talking about there’s a green light on my hood
sh+t, where these m+th+f+ckas at?
run the f+ck up and get shot the f+ck up m+th+f+cker
psycho family on mine baby
let’s handle this sh+t, i fear no man motherf+cker
trust me, foos trying to sm+t up my name
f+ck up my shine, we’ll goes who silly b+tch
believe me, psycho

[chorus]
m+th+f+ckas want me+want me
want me dead (f+ck em all)
catch me slippin’, put a, put a bul+bullet in my head
m+th+f+ckas want+want me+want+want me gone
well if+ well if+we’ll if+it’s on +it’s on then it’s on

- malow mac lyrics

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