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t-rock & mr. sche - anna for you hatas lyrics

[intro: t+rock & mr sche]
anna, anna, anna for you haters
anna for you haters (it’s about to go down)
t+rock and mr. sche (anna for you haters)
we still on that vendetta sh+t (anna for you haters)
memphis to a+t+l, yeah! (anna for you haters)
let’s get it!

[bridge: t+rock]
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters

[pre+chorus: mr. sche & t+rock]
you don’t want no drama boy, i keeps a loaded toy
you feelin’ froggy? then bring it boy
i bust and make some noise
you don’t want no drama boy, i keeps a loaded toy
you feelin’ froggy? then bring it boy
i bust and make some noise

[chorus: t+rock & mr. sche]
anna, ugh, anna, ugh
anna, ugh, anna, ugh
anna, ugh, anna, ugh
anna for you haters (ugh)
anna, ugh, anna, ugh
anna, ugh, anna, ugh
anna, ugh, anna, ugh
anna for you haters (ugh)
[verse 1: mr. sche]
i’m a little off, so don’t try to stop me
suicidal like kamikaze, tell a n+gga how i’m truly feelin’
if he don’t agree, i leave broken bodies
i’m an o.g and you a carbon copy
more phallic than a game of hockey
you are cryin’, i never take a loss
but y’all get gone ’cause y’all do it sloppy
f+ck the phone, i say it to yo face
no heads up, i’m in a driveway
straight mackin’ your baby mama
gettin’ high as h+ll on some weed invasion
jump ship, i said “blast the plate”
you a b+tch n+gga that can’t get paid
she chose me, so i took the hoe
and i beat that for her clothes today
i’m a pimp n+gga with no limp walk
but i gangsta walk on a n+gga head
if you talk sh+t, it’s when it’s old money
i’ve got the combination to leave a n+gga dead
you talk big when your boys around
but i act a clown when i’m by myself
you a straight coward, i’m a psychopath
i ain’t scared of them, so i’ll leave him
you better get me, n+gga, better call the cops
’cause if you set me up, i will not stop
i guarantee i’ll never fold
if you step your ass on my block
got the [alpha?] tote and go pop+pop
and i won’t stop until the body drop
when you play with fire, sh+t gets hot
so when you see the smoke, you better roll doc
roll doc
[pre+chorus: mr. sche & t+rock]
you don’t want no drama boy, i keeps a loaded toy
you feelin’ froggy? then bring it boy
i bust and make some noise
you don’t want no drama boy, i keeps a loaded toy
you feelin’ froggy? then bring it boy
i bust and make some noise

[verse 2: t+rock]
cross that battle line and get devoured
i don’t wanna flex my power
try to [feed midas?] when a n+gga don’t respect that (what!)
beat that trick like terrance howard
look into the eyes of a k!ller, he’ll show you satan
stomp you to the floor like raiden
fatality is innevatable when you attack, i murder you
and a dirty hoe, you cakin’
notice i’m top, i’ve never been a b+tch+made n+gga
in battle i’m a switchblade sticker
i fist with the fists, ain’t sh+t, homie love with the funk
been about it since fifth grade, n+gga
small in stature but get up off at ya (cha+ching)
choke a n+gga out like a wrestler
they don’t call a n+gga young dave
if for nothin’, i swing on a n+gga the size of brock lesnar (b+tch!)
you don’t want no anna hoe, i’ll let that hammer go
pull trigger back, let shots off in yo cantaloupe
my mind ain’t wrapped tight, i’m slightly schizophrenic, hoe
like i said years ago, that chopper sing like barry manilow
who want a war in the tennessee
i will come straight, the west [sniffers?] and rivals and murderers
hand on the pistol and jack you
and all of the jackasses with you and in all the turbulence
king of memphis tennessee, you will never be
i will hack you n+ggas up with the weaponry
southern n+ggas better get a pocket
don’t concede about it, see them f+ck+n+ggas testin’ me
[pre+chorus: mr. sche & t+rock]
you don’t want no drama boy, i keeps a loaded toy
you feelin’ froggy? then bring it boy
i bust and make some noise
you don’t want no drama boy, i keeps a loaded toy
you feelin’ froggy? then bring it boy
i bust and make some noise

[verse 3: blaune]
ayy! aye, i heard you b+tches talkin’ sh+t and jockin’ me
never rep a side and you hoes know that talk is cheap (ah)
is you f+ckin’ crazy? must not value your life, baby (yeah)
money over n+ggas, why you screamin’ over b+tches? (oh)
only trust myself ’cause i would not f+ck over me (aye)
strong hostility, you [faygo?] city, count to three
give me this, my nineteen, please don’t try me [?] (what?)
please don’t question me, just know it’s animosity
b+tch, i see you on the book, instagram, and type of looks
zoomin’ pics and makin’ stats, talkin’ this and talkin’ that
how a real noggin’ k!lla, b+tch, you shoulda been a threat
bear with ’em, blame the padded hoe by needin’ the crib
i’m a city lamb, pocket deals, let’s smoke this gas
let you hide behind the mask ’til i knock you on yo ass
blonde and padded b+tch, yes, i can get with the sh+t
you don’t wanna f+ck with this
call my lawyers, types of snitch (little b+tch!)

[bridge: t+rock]
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters

[outro: t+rock]
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters
anna for you haters, anna for you haters

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