Lyrics:
Throw them thangs boy, like sugar shane mosley
Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me
I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west
down, Shorty we kill all racks
Brah!
All these niggas ass cheap
If you aks me, these niggas lab me
What we do?
Feed ‘em to the ones then
Catch me by
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degrading, creating murders to kill haters
Accused for
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
finish him
Haters can't see me
I, took a plane to Fiji
You, can't relate what you see
My life a netlix movie
You catch my drift
This .380 light your splif
jeans
And just like a rivalry, lick ya
Baby you got me feelin, crazy
Don't worry bout these haters, wait up wait up
I got room keys, come see me
lick ya
Baby, you got me feelin', crazy
Don't worry 'bout these haters
Wait up, wait up, I got room keys
Come see me later
We can fulfill fantasies, so
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
2]
Figure I stay and lock it, fuck it 380 cock it
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets
Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
Nigga meet me by the bar
Bridge:
Shake it off shake it off take it off
break it off break it off make it soft (4X)
Brrr (we be clubbin') uhh (uhh)
to bite
Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom
Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em
See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em
Keep your
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
shit
That's just not how real niggas do shit
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
Yea they hate but they broke though (They
these knuckleheads
[Chorus]
Pop bottles (pop bottles)
Shake hands (shake hands)
Recognize (recognize) I'm the man
I try to tell 'em but they won't
these knuckleheads
[Chorus]
Pop bottles (pop bottles)
Shake hands (shake hands)
Recognize (recognize) I'm the man
I try to tell 'em but they won't
do?) feed 'em to the wolves then
Catch me by myself nigga better still dead
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
ain't involved
Worry 'bout these motherfucking haters, not at all
Nine times out of ten, I'm the realest bitch you know
If you ain't want a pimp, then
los productores.
CHORUS
Man this life I live is something Shady
Niggas walking around with back packs, packing 380s
I guess THEY SO -CcLLED
cryin' on my line
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick
These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit
Hey,
nigga slain call me insinamal criminal
idividual hit em with a pole so low under investigation
by haters that wake mo show for the iggana im iggatra
iveme
with sucka repellent and shake haters
[Verse 2]
Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath
Wrapped in a Backwood
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