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letra de haters want me dead - malow mac

[intro]
you gotta be grateful, you need haters
what the f-ck is you complaining about?
what the f-ck do you think a haters job is?
to f-cking hate, so let them m-th-f-ckers do they god d-mn job
yeah, guess who m-th-f-ckas
malow mac eleven m-th-f-ckas
these m-th-f-ckas want me dead
wanna catch me slippin’
put a bullet in my head
these m-th-f-ckas want me gone
well if it’s on then it’s on

[verse 1]
pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
psycho family, hi power soldiers on mine
foos try to sm-t up my name, stop my shine
f-cking with my life equals f-cking with my line
in the streets of riverside
haters wanna see malow mac diе
see my jefa cry, lord knows i’m a ride
i kiss my little girl and boy goodnight
grab my strap and ski mask as i еnter the night
and even though i know better
i can’t just bow down
what kind of man would i be if threw in the towel
look at me now, aw yeah, baby picture me rollin’
in a plush amg all legit, not stolen
i have my homies from the family
they rollin’ with me
the bloodline of a champion, you ain’t f-cking with me
f-ck a boss, i’m a king
that’s for eternity
no wonder why these f-cking haters wanna murder-murder me, what
[chorus]
m-th-f-ckas want me-want me
want me dead (f-ck em all)
catch me slippin’, put a, put a bul-bullet in my head
m-th-f-ckas want-want me-want-want me gone
well if- well if-we’ll if-it’s on -it’s on then it’s on

[verse 2]
i can’t deny it, i know they wanna try it
but no one’s f-cking with me
malow mac eleven, sur side cali
born in the streets of los, raised in the i-e
i’m a lost f-cking angel, banging inland empire
f-ck all you haters, 100 spoke wires
until i retire foos wanna get me
f-ck my ass up, dome shots then they left me
the rumors that i hear people
i’m not forgetting
packing hollow tips that’ll leave you more than limping
sick of the gossip and chisme, who’s tripping?
trust no man, don’t speak, who’s creeping?
i’m a maniac in blue, whose who
you don’t know, do you?
no clue, no rules
these foos are held accountable to chrome tools
mac-11 .45’s and sniper deuce deuce
[chorus]
m-th-f-ckas want me-want me
want me dead (f-ck em all)
catch me slippin’, put a, put a bul-bullet in my head
m-th-f-ckas want-want me-want-want me gone
well if- well if-we’ll if-it’s on -its on-it’s on then it’s on

[outro]
these m-th-f-ckas want me dead
six feet deep with bullets in my head
2010 f-ck all my enemies, f-ck all the haters
malow mac eleven, psycho family rider
hi power king baby
these m-th-f-ckas want me dead
cause i be a leader in these streets
m-th-f-ckas talking about there’s a green light on my hood
sh-t, where these m-th-f-ckas at?
run the f-ck up and get shot the f-ck up m-th-f-cker
psycho family on mine baby
let’s handle this sh-t, i fear no man motherf-cker
trust me, foos trying to sm-t up my name
f-ck up my shine, we’ll goes who silly b-tch
believe me, psycho

[chorus]
m-th-f-ckas want me-want me
want me dead (f-ck em all)
catch me slippin’, put a, put a bul-bullet in my head
m-th-f-ckas want-want me-want-want me gone
well if- well if-we’ll if-it’s on -it’s on then it’s on

- malow mac

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