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letra de why you hating - giggs

[intro: dj big ryde, giggs, j.melo]
hold tight foss yeah? dun know (yeah, yeah, ooh)
now hollow (giggs, yeah)
i know you got suttin’ you wanna get off your chest, yeah? (uhhh, j.melo, j.melo, yeah)
see what i’m sayin’? (music [?] production)
i want you to do that right now (spen, yeah, spen, spen, spen, spen, ooh)
hold tight j.melo on the vocals
this one’s “why you hating”
let’s go

[verse 1: giggs, j.melo]
yeah, we real hood n-ggas
we ain’t living perfect
everybody wants dough
everybody wants whips
everybody wants that
everybody wants this
so we’re risking our necks
do and die in this b-tch (umm)
and i’m thinking to myself
is it really worth it?
got them o.t sc-mbags all on my d-ck (ooh)
and they looking at me
’cause they know my name giggs (yeah, ooh)
and they know i could be getting man pitched (pitched)
all i do is eat, sleep, sell, and buy bricks
hands on a white girl, fam i womanise sniff (ooh)
big turn on like the woman i’m with (ooh, sh-t)
there’s a lotta hot girls, wanna pull on my zip (yeah, zip)
hot [?] kinda scarce nowadays and i’m p-ssed (uh)
and i’m thinking just how i’m gonna situate this (uh)
and the state of hungers, got me licking my lips (yeah)
when i make the thunder roll straight in his wig (wig)
straighten up pr-cks that be baiting up giggs (yeah)
demonstrate the .4 fizz, ’cause they making up fibs (yeah, yeah, uh, ooh)
who baited up jim?
this is real life, i ain’t making up things
we ain’t rolling in groups, we be rolling in twos (ooh)
i be rolling with foss, rocks is rolling with spoof (yeah, ooh)
young lap might be rolling with boost (boost)
spendkid might be rolling with- (ooh)

[chorus: j.melo]
i’m in the ghetto, tryna hustle my way out here (ah)
i’m in the system, tryna tug my way out (out)
making that money, gotta get that clout (ah)
why you hating on me?
(i’m in the) i’m in the ghetto, tryna hustle my way out here (yeah)
i’m in the system, tryna tug my way out (out)
making that money, gotta get that clout
why you hating on me? (yeah)

[verse 2: giggs, j.melo]
took a couple weeks off, get my stress probs solved (solved)
got back to london, bare feds on road (road)
all my stress problems grown (grown)
and i’m thinking to myself, “shoulda never come home” (home)
let me start from the top, let my problems flow (flow)
got back lines dead, so i shot less cro (ooh)
rocks got nicked by them ot pr-cks, ’cause some dumb little b-tch saw feds and spoke (b-tch)
no hard white, no buj, and no cro
on top of all that, fam my xbox broke (broke)
got my missus in my ear, just nag nag nag, “are you always with your friends, and you’re never at home” (umm)
these times here i’m out tryna get dough
risking my neck back out selling that dope (dope)
[?] done a madness, n-ggas violated, so we’re on some basic making headtops float
headrock poke, and z’s rock smoke
i just change the names up, so the feds don’t know (know)
you best not go, where my set dogs roll
you can get topped when i let the led tops go (yeah)
fam i s-x like whoa (whoa)
black bandanna on jet black coat (ooh)
you better step back bro (bro, yeah)
spare no’s rap pro

- giggs

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