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too $hort - quit hatin', part 2 lyrics

[intro/chorus: lil’ jon – repeat 2x]
quit hatin motherf-cker, quit hatin!
quit hatin p-ssy n-gga, quit hatin!
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh
quit hatin motherf-cker, quit hatin!
quit hatin p-ssy n-gga, quit hatin!
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh

[verse 1: lyfe]
i got the call, stuck at the crib, hoe i’m ready for war
call your boy i got the deals and i’m hittin the do’
i got some n-ggas with them figures waitin at the club
gettin jigga with a swigga while i’m sittin on dubs
lookin fake as h-ll, i keep my nails ready to fight
club closed, powdered nose, i’m on one tonight
i keep them hatin b-tches up so they can mimic the game
watch yo’ back cause if he gangsta then i’m takin yo’ mayne
haha, y’all b-tches ain’t keep sh-t real
y’all b-tches ain’t got the wheel
y’all b-tches done clappin ya traps and don’t even know the f-ckin deal
y’all just some hatin -ss hoes, mad cause these real n-ggas chose
y’all b-tches be poppin that sh-t gon’ get popped in ya f-ckin nose
cause this sh-t big sh-t b-tch, i’m down with that player sh-t
y’all over there talkin now but you really just wanna suck his d-ck
y’all b-tches is scared and y’all been dared to make a move hoe
it’s joan of arc, pullin guns on y’all hatin hoes

[chorus: lil’ jon]
quit hatin motherf-cker, quit hatin!
quit hatin p-ssy n-gga, quit hatin!
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh
quit hatin motherf-cker, quit hatin!
quit hatin p-ssy n-gga, quit hatin!
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh
god d-mnit motherf-ckahhh

[verse 2: pimp c]
my baby momma butler hooked me with thirty-six
so many games cookin whippin down 55 in this b-tch
n-ggas thought that i was slumpin i was steadily pumpin
n-ggas talkin bout a drop but man i ain’t dealin nothin
i’m a self made n-gga on the grind in the skreets
i ain’t really wanna do it but my baby had to eat
from sales to hotels and dough from pote(?)nail
pay everybody bail, ain’t no spendin time in jail
been around the world, y’all n-ggas ain’t seen all the sh-t i seen
them girls, send them to essence cause they sixteen
i’m comin through a couple bars to pimp them nipplezeens
in southern benz, s-cl-ss, know what the f-ck i mean?
a pimper, a stankin shriver(?) a jack tripper
a candy sweet dipper playin with c-ck and suckin on nipples
every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers
rapper the bird flipper, man, a motherf-ckin n-gga

[verse 3: lyfe]
haters can’t get it cause i ride with thugs, k!llers
can only date the millionaires and drug dealers
takin notes from scarface and goodfellas
straight gangsters or them motherf-ckein hoodfellas
pretty and still gritty, like frank nitti
and i, flaunt my t-tties like i’m on “s-x and the city”
so here we go again, daddy short, why they hatin?
cause ain’t none b-tch this rich and hit makin

[too $hort having convo that starts over chorus]
what’s up todd?
what’s up with you girl, what’s goin on?
ahh sh-t, the usual, fly from here to there
doin a little bit of change, legal money – ha ha ha
like that? guess what, you know you on my album right?
what? so what are you saying todd?
he he he, i’m sayin that, it’s goin down right now baby
the song is called “quit hatin’,” and i just wanna know
what would you say to the haters in yo’ life?
n-ggas hatin.. b-tches hatin.. f-ck ’em!

[singer – repeat to fade]
you ain’t gotta hate me so much
just show me some love, when i pull up on dubs
and you ain’t gotta pay me to f-ck
just show me some love, when you see me at the club

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