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Is there a hater in the room? |
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Is there a hater in the room? |
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Is there a hater in the room? |
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1, 2, 3. |
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Fuck you, niggas, I swear I care about everything but these niggas |
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Don't pay your child support niggas. |
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So fuck you, bitches, |
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I swear I care about everything but you, bitches. |
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You be some hating ass bitches, |
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I ain't thinking about y'all bitches, stuck in my regis hour. |
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'Cause you're some dick drunk bitches, |
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that nigga lame here ain't getting no bitches. |
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Why you worry about these niggas? |
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Got your own shit, well, fuck with gold diggers. |
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Pussy get you stuck, just like honey do |
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Yeah, that's right, niggas, bitches getting money too. |
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I pull over that two seater only to me and a bad bitch |
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'cause this is just what I do. |
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And I'm quick to tell a nigga "fuck you", move back, dirty money coming through. |
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'Cause that's a motherfucking pimp, |
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look up in the skies, saw my name on blimp. |
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'Cause I'm a motherfucking problem, |
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bitch, you got a grammy, but I come and rob 'em. |
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Why you retweet me? |
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I won't fight with bitches that be singing off key, no. |