letra de fuck da haters - hoodrich pablo juan
[hook]
f-ck these b-tches, fell in love with the 100s
winning, louis, spent 20 on my luggage
throwing that 20, i’m drinking that mud
don’t need juice when i’m drinking, i’m twisted
f-ck the haters, these b-tches gon’ love me
getting mad, i don’t play by my money
grew up in the streets, i ain’t trusting nothing
throwing up, my n-gg- twisting on bullsh-t
f-ck the haters, these b-tches gon’ love me
very important, everything ’bout the money
got trap, but all i do is f-ck
got a rifle, shoot like 100
stay down and i’mma f-ck all the commas
got a b-tch that look like madonna
f-ck the haters cause these b-tches gon’ love me
f-ck the haters cause these b-tches gon’ love me
[verse 1]
f-ck a hater and his opinions
got a sweet trap, selling sugar and cinnamon
f-ck the law, we don’t f-ck with them
trap jumping, balling over the rim
i ain’t gon’ kill you, i’mma cut off a limb
you threating, n-gg-s smarter than a shrrimp
got 2 bricks, i’mma double that
i put it in the pot, i’m bubbling
got the cold mix, use a oven mitt
i can f-ck with the roaches but not the real
she strapped up like we at war at iraq
so many taps, i done [?]
pocket rocking with my belt buckle
i’m a big dog, lil p-ssy cat
got money and power, don’t take no direspect
bedroom wet, got these b-tches getting lit
[hook]
f-ck these b-tches, fell in love with the 100s
winning, louis, spent 20 on my luggage
throwing that 20, i’m drinking that mud
don’t need juice when i’m drinking, i’m twisted
f-ck the haters, these b-tches gon’ love me
getting mad, i don’t play by my money
grew up in the streets, i ain’t trusting nothing
throwing up, my n-gg- twisting on bullsh-t
f-ck the haters, these b-tches gon’ love me
very important, everything ’bout the money
got trap, but all i do is f-ck
got a rifle, shoot like 100
stay down and i’mma f-ck all the commas
got a b-tch that look like madonna
f-ck the haters cause these b-tches gon’ love me
f-ck the haters cause these b-tches gon’ love me
[verse 2]
plugged in, put the fish in the oven
f-ck the hater, he ain’t talking ’bout nothing
all of my young n-gg-s get to the money
jump out the plane and she chews on my leg
you see me n-gg-, this is spiffy production
givenchy n-gg-, man they got by the dozen
you n-gg- hating cause that b-tch, yeah she love me
i strapped up everywhere, even in public
since a young n-gg-, been faithful to 100
i need a mil for harry and [?]
you n-gg- at high, take a test
[?] on top of discussion
i was in the hood, if you don’t know me, you wasn’t
working for profit, everything ’bout the money
smoke it, cook it, these b-tches love it
get on your knees, b-tch, suck it
[hook]
f-ck these b-tches, fell in love with the 100s
winning, louis, spent 20 on my luggage
throwing that 20, i’m drinking that mud
don’t need juice when i’m drinking, i’m twisted
f-ck the haters, these b-tches gon’ love me
getting mad, i don’t play by my money
grew up in the streets, i ain’t trusting nothing
throwing up, my n-gg- twisting on bullsh-t
f-ck the haters, these b-tches gon’ love me
very important, everything ’bout the money
got trap, but all i do is f-ck
got a rifle, shoot like 100
stay down and i’mma f-ck all the commas
got a b-tch that look like madonna
f-ck the haters cause these b-tches gon’ love me
f-ck the haters cause these b-tches gon’ love me
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