is there a hater in the room? is there a hater in the room?
is there a hater in the room?
1, 2, 3.
f*ck you, n*gg*s, i swear i care about everything but these n*gg*s
don’t pay your child support n*gg*s.
so f*ck you, b*tches, i swear i care about everything but you, b*tches.
you be some hating *ss b*tches, i ain’t thinking about y’all b*tches, stuck in my regis hour.
’cause you’re some d*ck drunk b*tches, that n*gg* lame here ain’t getting no b*tches.
why you worry about these n*gg*s? got your own sh*t, well, f*ck with gold diggers.
p*ssy get you stuck, just like honey do
yeah, that’s right, n*gg*s, b*tches getting money too.
i pull over that two seater only to me and a bad b*tch ’cause this is just what i do.
and i’m quick to tell a n*gg* “f*ck you”, move back, dirty money coming through.
’cause that’s a motherf*cking pimp, look up in the skies, saw my name on blimp.
’cause i’m a motherf*cking problem, b*tch, you got a grammy, but i come and rob ’em.
why you retweet me? i won’t fight with b*tches that be singing off key, no.