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letra de dear haters - spice 1

intro:

man, i’m so sick o’ you mothaf-ckin’ haters, so i decided to sit down and write you a mothaf-ckin’ letter, you know, i hope it get to you, ’cause i won’t write it again, you mothaf-ckas better listen real close, real close, we ain’t playin’, n-gga, tired of this old hater-ass sh-t

chorus x2:

dear haters
i’d like to thank you for hatin’ on mine
’cause if it wasn’t for haters then real n-ggas couldn’t shine
dear haters
thank you for talkin’ all that sh-t
’cause if you didn’t talk sh-t, i couldn’t spit it like this

verse 1:

yeah, blaow!
if i died for every hater, i’d be a billionaire
for every million haters, there’s a mothaf-ckin’ player
dear hater (hater), still in the game and i didn’t quit (quit)
so you can just miss me with all that “fallin’ off” sh-t
dear hater, i’d like to thank you, for hatin’ on mine
’cause if it wasn’t for haters then real n-ggas couldn’t shine
i know you wanna see me broke (broke), or smokin’ some crack
but i’m lookin’ for new 24s to put on my lap
you n-ggas just ain’t knowin’ (knowin’), you just be talkin’ that sh-t
and i be wrong if i just flipped and just unloaded the clip (blaow!)
this is a letter to you haters, from spiceberg slim
i’m still a mothaf-ckin’ boss, i’m still poppin’ my brim
i had to do one for you haters, i couldn’t leave y’all out
’cause y’all are main b-tch n-ggas we be talkin’ about
dear hater, i’d like to thank ya, for bein’ a sucka
make it easy to separate you from real mothaf-ckas
chorus x2

verse 2:

blaow!
thank you haters, it wouldn’t be possible without you
jealousy got me strapped, got me makin’ raps about you
if it wasn’t for haters, i wouldn’t know how to ball
catch me flippin’ whips, lookin’ h-lla sick on y’all
dear haters, thank you for talkin’ all that sh-t
’cause if you didn’t talk sh-t, i couldn’t spit like this
thank you haters, for walkin’ ’round actin’ like b-tches
let a mothaf-cka know quick which crew is the sickest
this a letter to you haters (haters), i don’t give a f-ck
so while you talkin’ that sh-t, you better learn how to duck
dear hater, i’d like to thank you (thank you), for holdin’ me down (down)
i smash on any n-gga who owin’ me now
if it wasn’t for haters, real players couldn’t shine
watch your signs, n-gga, haters be hatin’ all the time (blaow!)
you n-ggas wanna see me fall but i ain’t goin’ nowhere (h-ll naw)
it’s the original bossilini, n-gga, amerikkka’s nightmare (blaow!)

chorus x2

verse 3:
blaow!
bless you haters, you keep me goin’, through the thick and the thin
focus let it get to you ’cause i’m gon’ ride it again
you see, i can smell a hater from a mile away
’cause i separate the mothaf-ckin’ real from the fake
dear hater, i’d like to thank ya (thank ya), for tryin’ to jack me
dumpin’ some n-ggas out i know for tryin’ to smash me
i know you wanna see me locked up, or stuck in the bin
but i’m out there gettin’ my money finna do it again
dear hater, you seen a girl and you try to holla
told the b-tch i was a sucka, and you was a rida
dear hater, i’d like to thank ya, for keepin’ me ready
just peelin’ n-ggas loose brains, hangin’ like it’s spaghetti (hahaha)
what the f-ck is in n-ggas to make ’em hate so much?
man, you’s a hatin’-ass n-gga, boy, you livin’ off luck (blaow!)

interlude:

d-mn, what the f-ck is that i smell, n-gga, this n-gga got on player hatin’ cologne, get the f-ck outta here!

chorus x2

outro:

blaow!
thank you, thank you, thank you very much, thank you haters, i love you mothaf-ckas, i love you mothaf-ckin’ hatin’-ass n-ggas out there ’cause if it wasn’t for you n-ggas, we wouldn’t shine, you mothaf-ckas wouldn’t even know, you couldn’t even tell, n-gga, you mothaf-ckas is some hatin’-ass, b-tch-ass n-ggas, and i can’t wait ’til i catch you mothaf-ckas slippin’ somewhere, n-gga, on some real sh-t, n-gga, bossilini, n-gga, do or die, sh-t, what, westside, blaow!
chorus x2

- spice 1

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