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Beelow - Watch Dem Haters lyrics
[Guy] Damn bra, I'm tellin' ya You can get that nigga, Man i'm tellin' ya [Other Guy] Damn bra, you shoulda been told me that shit there [Guy] His house big, he stashing 10 million [Other Guy] How many? How much? Chorus: 1x Man you gotta watch dem haters Watch dem haters, watch dem haters Man you gotta watch dem haters You know they wanna see you fall Verse 1: [Beelow] I gots a million motherfuckers that is down on my team But theres a few niggas that hate me, Cause when I walk I bling bling See that's the niggas I gots to try That's the niggas I rock-a-bye That's the niggas that gots to die, Show the killa in my eye Why try to hate on something you can't control And take a chance to catch a bullet,from head to yo ass hole Why it's always niggas that you know that's trying to do you in I find myself busting at my own friends Bitch made nigga with a smile on his face "You my boy", "That's my nigga" You know what I say, "You gotta watch dem haters" It's them niggas in yo town "You gotta watch dem haters" When you tryin' to get own the mound "You gotta watch dem haters" It's not them niggas on the sideline "You gotta watch dem haters" Ya own boy a rob ya blind Yungstar, Jackson, Junior or what Just a pussy ass nigga trying to make a come up Hopping from click to click or should i say dick to dick You done spent to many days behind bars bitch It ain't my fault you got drunk and got yo fucking ass wiped Now you walking round town always grunting and shit You got beef speak up, don't be mumbling shit Hard as hell behind close doors, just a second ballin click We can speed this shit up, or we can slow this shit down Either way Zuriel bring it we gone tear this bitch down I hate you niggas with a passion, you can see it in my eyes All playa haters i gotta rock a bye bye bye Chorus repeats 2x Verse 2: [?] Watch ya ki's, watch ya house, slap ya hoe tell her watch ya mouth Watch ya cars, watch ya g's, hide ya dope and hide ya weed Watch da same nigga that be dappin' ya down Same nigga that be slappin' ya round Same nigga that be dabbing ya down Same nigga that a cap ya down 99 haters, 99 can't fade us, 99 can't take us, Shit 99 can't break us Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas ya'll can't take us Fuck you haters, fuck you fakers, coward niggas ya'll can't break us Wanna hate me cause I ride on chrome, hate me cause I ride alone Hate me cause I'm rolling on, Now hate me cause I'ma send ya home All you nigga's got to die, stick a needle in my eye Man, I ain't gone tell no lie, these playa haters they must die How the fuck these niggas gone tear me down Buckin' em up, Buckin' em down Fuckin' that nigga hoe and hold em down Fuck what you say I'm top of the mound I don't really wanna spill these nigga I don't really wanna peal this nigga I don't really wanna kill this nigga Mama I ain't kill that nigga Yeah bitch I gotcha know Yeah bitch I found ya now Red beam I dot'cha now Pop, Pop, Pop drop'cha now Keep the nine on my side Hmm, I'm bout to ride Keep the nine on my side Die nigga die Verse 3: [?] I keep a smoke in my coat If niggas ain't know, now they know Put a fucking slug in yo throat behind my felonies it go You fuck with my money, my dope, my weed, my cheese, you fucking with me I'm keeping a eye up on these niggas and hoes They wanna be in my clothes They wanna be with my hoes, and mo' Wanna yank me out my party, Wooday come get me and my soulja's Ya'll niggas ain't fucking with no hoe Get it on my mind bra These niggas don't wanna test me These niggas don't wanna test me I put 'em to rest see You see i'm a dog behind mine Bitch I'ma hog behind mine Laying niggas down behind mine Spraying niggas down behind mine You see I'm strictly bout my paper I ain't no motherfucking faker i keep a wathch on them haters Chorus repeats 2x Verse 4: ??? When push come to shuv,man these niggas want me Bitch I got it on my mind if you got PC See I'll take it off ya motherfucking shoulder boy I ride for my niggas and my hustla's, Magnolia boy You fucking around, I peel yo ass like a fucking potato Throw yo bitch ass in the grease, Yeah! thats how i like my haters See I march nigga step on you big mouth punks And I'll march nigga step if you fools got funk Nineteen with six figures ain't a dream no more I step in the club with a tight ass bitch you ain't seen before And there they go, there they go with there hating before But they don't know, they don't know I'm 'boutto shut this bitch down Chorus repeats 3x [Beelow ends telling what a hater is] |
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