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letra de haters - cl8n

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nomercy
all of my haters, they sayin’ it’s do it or die
yeah, i did it they dead, admit it i’m sippin’ the red
sip to my liver, the smoke to my head
trips to a river where stomach get lead
i’d rather deliver some packs with the meds
to all of my haters who suck at the hatin’
i’ll give you a tip
when you say that you pray on my downfall that means i was already big
even after i tell them they’ll do it again
he was stupid already, so i put a hole in his head
he was acting all cold, so i brought a heat sensor
so i could sense him again
and if he want smoke i’ll bring out my poppa and pop his lil head
yeah, sayin’ he hate me, but put on my music he bopping his head
the iron in arteries all got turned to the lead
shots to his face and we leavin’ him dead
leavin’ him seen like his b-tch when she left him on read
i have him a pound and i told him to sell it
atleast that’ll get him some bread
all of these broke ass boys they needin’ a jobco
i know that they lonely cause i took all of they hoes
huh, do not disturb, danny and don, i’m goin’ so ghost
how are you hatin’ on kids
half your age, you thirty got snapchat on your phone
i really can’t take it when grown-ass and broke-ass adults hatin’ on kids
you really that mad that i’ll make it farther than you?
huh
i got chemistry with your daughter
that’s actually not a lie, i have honors chemistry with the guy’s daughter
yeah, i did it they dead admit it, i’m sippin’ the red
sip to my liver and smoke to my head
trips to a river where stomach get lead
i’d rather deliver some packs with the meds
to all of my haters who suck at the hatin’
i’ll give you a tip
when you say that you pray on my downfall that means i was already big
even after i tell them they’ll do it again
he was stupid already, so i put a hold in his head
he was acting all cold, so i brought a heat sensor
so i could sense him again
and if he want smoke i’ll bring out my poppa and pop his lil head
yeah, sayin’ he hate me, but put on my music he bopping his head
the iron in arteries all got turned to the lead

- cl8n

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