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waka flocka flame - why they hatin' on me lyrics

[intro]
flocka, waka
why they hating on me, hating on me?
why they hating on me, hating on me?
nah, why they hating on me?
why they hating on me?
why they hating on me?

[chorus]
i got a new chain, now they hating on me
i bought a new watch, now they hating on me
i got a new car, now they hating on me
i signed a record deal, now they hating on me

[verse 1]
i put on for clayco, diamonds like a bagel
brown and black putting on, we about them pesos
them boys in blue, yeah, cheeto gang, i can’t f-ck with them
rap beef cheesy, waka flocka eazy
me, i’m a g like shawty from bompton
piru b-mping, what’s [?] yg hootie-hoo?
the way i swag, the way i write, you can call that sh-t a felony
the way i aim, the way i shoot, you can call that sh-t a murder, b
waka, flocka, flame
that n-gg- b-mp that, n-gg- b-mp that, young n-gg- off the chain
su woo to my bloods, all the down south gangs
stay the f-ck out my lane and tell 12 to do the same

[chorus]
i got a new chain, now they hating on me
i bought a new watch, now they hating on me
i got a new car, now they hating on me
i signed a record deal, now they hating on me
i got a new chain, now they hating on me
i bought a new watch, now they hating on me
i got a new car, now they hating on me
i signed a record deal, now they hating on me

[verse 2]
brick squad usa, i put that on my mama
who i’m down with, what i claim, shawty? so icey ent, no swag
all black mask with a f-cking red rag (brick squad)
tell og stock it, when i get it, you got it
that “shoot them up k!ller” sh-t, shawty, i’m ’bout it
lame sh-t outed, brick squad outfit
brick squad shoes, brick squad zoos
brick squad this, brick squad that
hold a brick squad hat with the brick squad beater
i’m flexing, high like george jetson
waka flocka flame, you can call me next, man

[verse 3]
what’s the fuss all about? here’s waka flame
my generation, you can call it off the chain
cocaine, x pills, and some mary jane
whole hood down to ride, yes, we g-ngb-ng
red rags, throw it up, motherf-cker
black rags, throw it up, motherf-cker
blue rags, throw it up, motherf-cker
yellow rags, throw it up, motherf-cker
throw it up, shawty, n-gg-, what hood you from?
have you ever sold dope and ran with a gun?
mentally like the summer of sam
waka flocka flame, all i got is grams

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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