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letra de hate it here - bluebucksclan

[verse 1: dj]
lame ass b-tches, weird n-ggas, man, i hate it here (man, i hate it here)
prada, louis, and balenci’, that’s my basic gear (that sh-t basic)
talkin’ sh-t about my life how i make it here (that’s how i made it)
b-tch, i feel like kd, i ain’t playin’ this year (i ain’t playin’)
bucksclan blowin’ through them dubs, leave the franklins here (all hundreds)
layin’ with a cold b-tch like ain’t no blankets here (yeah, she cold)
she wanna f-ck a lit n-gga bad, she keep beggin’ please (beggin’ please)
know you like my kicks, it’s too bad they ain’t sellin’ these (they ain’t sellin’ these)
i ain’t finna bust down these bags, b-tch, i’m mailin’ these (yeah, they gone)
ninth grade, i was wearin’ fendi, they was failin’ me (fendi’d down)
talkin’ ass b-tch act like wendy, why you tellin’ me? (wendy williams)
stalkin’ ass b-tch, you can’t get me, why you sweatin’ me? (never, b-tch)
yeah, i like big foreigns, ain’t no chevys (big foreigns)
pants saggin’ off my ass like i’m webbie (like i’m webbie)
forty bands in my pants, this sh-t heavy (this sh-t heavy)
pass a b-tch to my man, yeah, she ready (yeah, she ready)

[verse 2: jeeezy]
tryna start a tip drill like i’m nelly (like i’m nelly)
she said do i got a b-tch? i’m like, “barely” (i don’t know)
heard you f-ck with all ducks, chip kelly (chip kelly)
we them n-ggas, it ain’t sh-t you can tell me (h-ll nah)
walkin’ in with all the sticks, it get deadly (it get deadly)
i got murder on my mind, free melly (free melly)
n-gga f-ck with little girls, r. kelly (the f-ck?)
i got dallas playin’ madden, n-gga, bet me (yeah, bet me)
i just met her yesterday, but she ready (yeah, she ready)
i keep going dumb and dumber, jim carrey (jim carrey)
yeah, the bottom of my feet bl–dy mary (bl–dy mary)
on stage, b-tches fightin’ for me like i’m jerry
road rage in the gutter lane, it get scary (it get scary)
she keep tryna ride a n-gga pole like i’m harry (godd-mn)
she know i got inglewood b-tches, i’m on prairie (i’m on prairie)
thousand ones, throw it all at once, n-gga, dare me (n-gga, dare me)

[verse 3: dj]
she know i got long beach b-tches, i’m on cherry (i’m on cherry)
i got too many b-tches, i can’t get married (i can’t get married)
we just touched down with an eighty, feel like jerry (jerry rice)

[verse 4: jeeezy]
i ain’t have no baby shower, but this burberry (burberry)
eatin’ on some buff ass lobster like i’m larry (lobster)
movin’ real slow off this pour like i’m gary (movin’ slow)
told her i don’t even wanna f-ck if it’s hairy (h-ll nah)

[verse 5: dj]
told her i need buffalo shrimp, i’m at barrys (i’m at barrys)
we got all these chips in the trap like a candy house (candy house)
i’m that n-gga pullin’ double-r’s to my granny house (granny house)
park it on the grass, bring the whole f-ckin’ family out (whole family)
all we got is ’42, don’t bring no brandy out (don’t bring)
i’m a fly n-gga, only bad b-tches sit with me (bad b-tches)
i’ma shop when i land, i ain’t bring sh-t with me (i ain’t bring it)
i got g’s all on my shoes, but my ‘fit fendi
same b-tches you’d die for don’t mean sh-t to me (don’t mean sh-t to me)

[verse 6: jeeezy]
she said i got too many hoes and she can’t deal (the f-ck?)
in the double-r, drive it like a big wheel (like a big wheel)
she gon’ flip this pack for a n-gga like a cartwheel (yes, she is)
eatin’ lobster mac with the steak, ain’t no kids’ meal (this sh-t good)

[outro: dj & jeeezy]
forty bands in my pants, this sh-t heavy
we them n-ggas, it ain’t sh-t you can tell me

- bluebucksclan

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