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waka flocka flame - i'm a hater lyrics

[intro: waka flocka flame]
flocka!

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
yeah i’m a hater, f-ck your wrists
yeah i’m a hater, f-ck your life
yeah i’m a hater, n-gga f-ck your money
f-ck your car, n-gga f-ck your clique
yeah i’m a hater, f-ck your wrists
yeah i’m a hater, n-gga f-ck your car
yeah i’m a hater, (n-gga) f-ck your money
n-gga f-ck your life, f-ck your clique (squad)

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
that n-gga muggin’ like he hard or something
like he wanna touch me like my brother’s son
squad!
they say i’m rapping like i’m ’bout that
i tell ’em come and try n-gga if they doubt that (riverdale)
devil daisy hats, chaimy chi, pop that (squad)
thuggin’ like the ’96 pac back (squad)
ain’t no 1 on 1’s, to feel once we just jump back
b-s-m shawty we k!ll all rats
braat
all these n-ggas -ss cheek
if you ask me, these n-ggas lab me (what we do?)
feed ’em to the wolves then
catch me by myself n-gga better still dead

[verse 2: tyler the creator]
umm, hey fellow how ya doin’? well i’m doin’ bad and i hope your day’s ruined
when you’re on stage i’m the one that’s booin’ ’cause i hate your guts, hehe
i be in the bushes lurking, why you live your life so godd-mn perfect?
’cause my life sucks and it serves no purpose, i’m gonna f-ck yours up to make sh-t worth it
yeah, f-ggot, why the f-ck do you have it?
why the f-ck don’t i got it and anyway? i could stop it
is perfect, f-ck your moms, dead homies and b-tch you sleep with
f-ck yo food, the protein in it, and fork you eat with
now have your wife beat d-ck, get pregnant and then make you think that
it’s yours, now that’s the real definition of sneak diss
i’m silky johnson’s left hand, coming like the next trend
it sucks ’cause i’m your best friend, n-gga

[verse 3: d-bo]
time is money, you can die today audemar
n-ggas dribble like they forgot how much your body cost
i’m in the hood, n0body gone
all these chains lookin’ like it’s f-ckin’ mardi gras
my top down, seat way back
don’t respect the squad – get your face cracked
dt young is kinda bad, that’s why you stay tat
cal the cleanup crew, no a chance
wait hold on i’m still white, who gon’ say something?
all that fessils like my youngins won’t fake something
dgbsm, we gon’ shake somethin’
potato on my belt, watch me bake something

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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