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letra de tyler herro (nitin randhawa remix) - nitin randhawa

[chorus: jack harlow]
the ones that hate me the most look just like me
you tell me what that means
make a sl!ck comment and see what that brings
i seen it go down, we can reenact things
extreme like bmxing
these boys p-ssy and they pmsing
people in the city see the movement occurring
and say, “my god, i wanna be in that scene”
d-mn right, you wanna be in this scene
she at the video tryna be in this scene
used to fantasize ’bout bein’ this seen (seen)
bluegrass girl, but she got big drеams
can’t touch me, i got instincts
locked in the housе, but i’m plottin’ things
i brought a gang to the party with me
five white boys, but they not nsync (yeah, woo)

[verse 1: jack harlow]
f-ck what y’all think
f-ck everything that you say about me
my dawgs like to play madden and 2k
but one thing they don’t do is play about me
my homeboy tyler, he play in south beach
he told me this summer he gon’ fix my jumper
i told boi-1da that we might got a thumper
i been tryna pop, now i’m on like shumpert (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
now they on my bumper
green room chock-full of all my comforts
hotel room like heaven on earth
got angels in my bed with some all-white covers
ace pro, nemo, lucci and quiiso, shloob, clay, 2for
and i got a few more i call my brothers
i got a lot of flows and they all like b-tter, ooh (ah)
you know what that means
i came home nice, but i’m goin’ back mean
i’m ’bout to globe-trot when they know a vaccine
mothaf-ckers act lost, but they know exactly what’s goin’ on
made a mil’ and i don’t know what to blow it on
i tell the critics, “shut up,” like my show is on
gave a t-shirt to her, said, “throw it on”
she one of many high school classmates i’m growin’ on (growin’ on, growin’ on)
my peers ain’t poppin’, they don’t know what’s goin’ wrong
y’all well dressed, but you ain’t got soul and you just can’t sew it on
i’m tryna tell y’all boys, i got a few songs i could sell y’all boys
i tried it back then, it was, “h-ll nah, boy” (nah)
now i’m in a box like a kellogg’s toy (like a, like a, ooh)
[chorus: jack harlow]
the ones that hate me the most look just like me (like me)
you tell me what that means
make a sl!ck comment and see what that brings
i seen it go down, we can reenact things (let’s do it)
extreme like bmxing
these boys p-ssy and they pmsing (woo)
people in the city see the movement occurring
and say, “my god, i wanna be in that scene” (that’s right)

[verse 2: joyner lucas & chris brown]
while i’m drivin’, i’m moonwalkin’ in the sky with some shooters
we jump inside of the buick, you duck and hide from the rugers (brap, brap)
a couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
guess i’m alive and i use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (buck, buck)
i never lie, but the truth is i’m f-ckin’ tired of these losers
and all my life want the food when it’s supper time and the juice (brap, brap)
but i’d rather die than to lose, it’s a matter of time ‘fore i lose it
and strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (buck, buck)
walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
ho, you know i’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
pretty, with a face full of scars
all they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (buck, buck, buck)
they ain’t ever wanna celebrate like you have a label
call the doctor, heard the chopper make ’em do the macarena (yeah, yeah, yeah)
all you n-ggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and now and later
jolly rancher, stick of bubblegum, it’s watermelon flavored (woo, woo, woo!)
get the paper, i’ma (celebrate) on the corner
heard you n-ggas got the juice, but i got corona
got a little spanish b-tch, i call her maricona
joyner lucas, b-tch, i’m hotter than a f-ckin’ sauna (woo, woo, woo!)
yeah, i make you n-ggas (elevate)
all you new n-ggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
b-tch i’m the professor, you a student to me, woah
designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
all we do is win, you a loser to me
rappers wanna talk about battle me (joyner)
you can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
bunch of lil’ n-ggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
five foot five, boy, you n-ggas like half of me
you don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
hard to make ’em happy, all these b-tches stay mad at me
i just might take her out to applebee’s (applebee’s)
give her long d-ck and a strawberry daiquiri
[chorus: jack harlow]
the ones that hate me the most look just like me (like me)
you tell me what that means
make a sl!ck comment and see what that brings
i seen it go down, we can reenact things (let’s do it)
extreme like bmxing
these boys p-ssy and they pmsing (woo)
people in the city see the movement occurring
and say, “my god, i wanna be in that scene” (that’s right)

[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
and we don’t stress
a .38 ’til it free your chest
then pp on the po’s desk
i’m jay-z in a blowout press
relate me to your blowout’s best
can’t hate me, i’m remote you’re deaf
i’m hd, causin’ photo theft
my ac antifreeze gotta—that part
hold your breath, i’m 8 feet when i hold this tec
protect me from the local threats
my id say my eye don’t rest
my iv qualify t-rex
society kept my iq vexed
denyin’ me from an ivy school
applyin’ me to the street i slept
i quietly had to hold this tool
reminding me of the block i repped
the turf i stepped, the church and the earth i blessed
the first i guessed the alert was the murk i chef
that he-rs- the flirt with perks of a k!ll confessed
dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
the search of laws and verse of the birth i nest
the—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
the good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what’s left, uh

[verse 4: j. cole]
now i could be the change that i wanna see
i can heal the world for real if a n-gga speaking honestly
nat turner in my past life
bob marley in my last life, back again
look in to the eyes of a young n-gga
who survived against all the odds
look into the eyes of a young n-gga
who’s surprised to be alive
i died 5 years ago, the game sn-tch a n-gga’s spirit yo
my resurrection was a miracle
cause still i rise, it’s ill-advised to bet against him
raised in h-ll but heaven sent ’em, let ’em diss ’em
some n-ggas can’t handle the truth
some n-ggas don’t know they’re slaves
i forgive ’em cause i know their ways
they see a black man shine
first thing they do is throw their shade
word?—errr—i swerve like a thunderbird on the curb
where the cops pursuing, i’m not just doing it
n-ggas hate like if i make it ain’t a spot for you in it
have to save the rap game cause i watched them ruin it
so you can take my c-ck and chew on it
c-ck sucker i’m a blockbuster
motion picture, flows consist of potent scriptures
known to rip a hole through them so-called dopest n-ggas
sn-tch your soul and pose for pictures, holding it
revenge of the dreamers, so vindictive
back for more, that whack sh-t’s over with
for you n-ggas sleeping this is folgers crystals, wow
in the form of a loaded pistol
bullets rude, they don’t even say “h-llo”, just kiss you, blaow
burn in h-ll with a coat that fits you
when you see the devil
you can tell him cole just sent you now

[verse 5: lil wayne]
the ones that hate me the most look just like me
you tatted up and say that they goats, just like me
if i inspired you, that’s so inspirin’
that nina work for me, that ho can get fired
golf w-ng converse, i’m lil tyler
might skate in ’em, might not even rock ’em
bad b-tch, nice top, nice bottom
f-ck her with my chains on, she melt the ice out ’em
superstar sh-t, smellin’ like roses
superstar d-ck, spread it like covid
flag red as f-ck but i’m golden
casket lit, was up and i closed it
opp dead, this h-ll and i’m satan
thousand bullet sh-lls, yeah i’m blatant
no ceilings, she’s stargazin’
dead presidents, reincarnated
tyler herro, workin’ on my jumper
i need a shero, f-ckin’ wonder woman
no ceilings, third times a charm
n-gga, i don’t f-ck with you like big sean

[verse 6: big sean]
f-ck what’s on your tomb, it’s carved in stone
just like statues of me when i’m gone
artists, yeah, artillery get drawn
boy i goes in like outside was a storm
upgraded, this ain’t even my final form
can’t say you ain’t been warned, you ain’t on what i’ve been on
i live and breathe and die by this
that life sh-t, it just don’t sit on my charm
take my kindness for weakness then you not strong
whole city remind me when i’m gone
when i was down bad, i didn’t complain
i was at the bottom right where i belong
if you don’t climb to the top, you’re not as strong
weezy, that’s my twin but we both one of one
i can teach you how to get it one on one
when you ball like this, ho it’s not a game
but i’m goin’ insane all ’21
b-tch think we dated off a one-and-done
and the human race, if it’s not a race
it’s a quest, a journey, but i’m f-ckin’ facin’
all the problems that i keep on runnin’ from
got a hitlist, checklist, to-do list, guest list
super bad b-tch list, i don’t need a wish list
i’m already gifted, i’m done giving forgiveness
the ones that hate me the most ain’t nothin’ like me
i could never hate n0body i ain’t met or seen
blue grass girl, ever since i cut her down
she been havin’ wetter dreams, drop the mic, let it sing

[chorus]
the ones that hate me the most look just like me (like me)
you tell me what that means
make a sl!ck comment and see what that brings
i seen it go down, we can reenact things

[verse 7: eminem]
i see the rap game, then attack the verses (uh)
turn into a graveyard packed with he-rs-s (yeah)
just like your funeral, i’m at your service (what?)
pockets ‘on stuff’ like a taxidermist (woo)
just landed in los angeles when this chick angela and her grandmother in a tan
colored van pull up with a handful of xans
and a substantial amount of gan’ just to ask what my
(plans) plans for the night are (yeah)
i said, “sneak into the sleep inn for the weekend and pretend it’s a five-star,” yeah
or leap into the deep end of the pool
i can show you where the dives are (get it?), ha
we don’t even gotta drive far
i know this spot that is so live
but i’m tryna get some head first (what?), like a nosedive (haha)
so many side chicks, can’t decide which to slide with and which should i ditch
so when it comes to ass, b-tch, i get behind like the heimlich (get behind, yeah)
had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin’ sides sh-t
pushed her out the sidekick, then i flipped the lil’ white b-tch off like a light switch (b-tch)
it’s okay not to like my sh-t
everything’s fine, drink your wine, b-tch
and get offline, quit whinin’, this is just a rhyme, b-tch (rhyme, b-tch)
but ask me, will i stick to my guns (guns) like adhesive tape? (adhesive tape)
does bill cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak? (huh?)
you think gettin’ rid of me’s a piece of cake?
i’m harder than findin’ harvey weinstein a date (d-mn)
and that’s why they say i got more lines than black friday
so save that ssssh-t for the d-mn library (shh)
you heard of kris kristofferson? (yeah)
well, i am p-ss p-ssedofferson (oh)
paul’s askin’ for christmas off again
i said, “no,” then i spit this song for him
it goes

[chorus]
the ones that hate me the most look just like me (like me)
you tell me what that means
make a sl!ck comment and see what that brings
i seen it go down, we can reenact things (let’s do it)
extreme like bmxing
these boys p-ssy and they pmsing (woo)
people in the city see the movement occurring
and say, “my god, i wanna be in that scene” (that’s right)
d-mn right, you wanna be in this scene
she at the video tryna be in this scene (scene)
used to fantasize ’bout bein’ this seen
bluegrass girl, but she got big dreams
can’t touch me, i got instincts
locked in the house, but i’m plottin’ things
i brought a gang to the party with me
five white boys, but they not nsync (no, they not nsync, no, they not nsync)

[outro]
word to jt, no, they not nsync
word to jt, no, they not nsync
no, they not nsync, no-no
no, they not nsync, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

- nitin randhawa

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