letra de always hating - ralfy the plug
[intro]
(ayy, ecko, turn it up)
(ayy, ecko, turn this beat off if i ain’t trippin’ on it)
[chorus]
life is great, why you n-ggas always hatin’?
all the b-tches wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m famous
still on my grind, but these n-ggas think i made it
this off the kitty, she makin’ secret arrangements
his white forces turnin’ yellow, this n-gga dangerous
talkin’ spicy, i got seasoning, b-tch, i’m cajun
told the b-tch you can suck me, just occasionally
“neck broke, lord, why you put this pain on me?”
[verse 1]
it’s hard to miss me with these big-ass chains on me
how you got the foreign whip with the tank on e?
i don’t care where n-ggas from, don’t bang on me
these n-ggas out here gettin’ rich off fakе codeine
all i want is the monеy, nothin’ more, nothin’ less
when it come to gettin’ money, i know i’m a vet’
i’ll beat a p-ssy n-gga ass, make him go to the vet
she said i look like a baller, i know i’m a catch
drippin’ way too much sauce, i know i’m a mess
b-tch told me i’m cool as sh-t, i know i’m a gest
wake up with a big ego ’cause i know that i’m destined
when you got a voice, you don’t argue with the messenger
you the type to give your b-tch a black eye ’cause i messaged her
told her i got business to handle, we gotta cancel church
wake up and start my day with two brands of earth
sometimes, even when i’m sleepin’, i’m workin’
the plug
[chorus]
life is great, why you n-ggas always hatin’?
all the b-tches wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m famous
still on my grind, but these n-ggas think i made it
this off the kitty, she makin’ secret arrangements
his white forces turnin’ yellow, this n-gga dangerous
talkin’ spicy, i got seasoning, b-tch, i’m cajun
told the b-tch you can suck me, just occasionally
“neck broke, lord, why you put this pain on me?”
[verse 2]
she like, “ralfy, why you put that thing on me?”
i ain’t asked you where you from, so don’t bang on me
it’s hard to walk with these big-ass chains on me
these n-ggas out here ready to die off fake codeine
you can’t be a broke bum hatin’ on me
they like, “how you puttin’ that sh-t on?” aob
one thing i can’t stand is a fake og
hit the field, and if i pass, the drank on me
like it’s the first day of school, the pape’ on me
b-tch know i got chips, she gon’ lay it on me
my game sharp, don’t get cut, i got a razor on me
40 bulgin’, b-tch, i don’t got no pager on me
i told the b-tch, “you can eat me occasionally”
b-tch, i got that sh-t on, made in italy
i got game, don’t get played like sega genesis
i know i’ma be rich, i envisioned it, the plug
[chorus]
life is great, why you n-ggas always hatin’?
all the b-tches wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m famous
still on my grind, but these n-ggas think i made it
this off the kitty, she makin’ secret arrangements
his white forces turnin’ yellow, this n-gga dangerous
talkin’ spicy, i got seasoning, b-tch, i’m cajun
told the b-tch you can suck me, just occasionally
“neck broke, lord, why you put this pain on me?”
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