hater out, who say that I ain't about Whatever I say I'm bout, and that doubt I'ma fade 'em out It's a class 1-0-1, number one less son Never turn a one
him your real Phone number, don't have him callin my mama house Then she callin my house givin him my number and how You gon owe dealers? I owe dealers
all around, I did shows in yo' town Nike Air Forces, spank Chuck Taylors We don't pose with haters we communicate with players I'm a hater disintegrater
yeah yeah as this plaque unfolds 1-2 I'm disgusted like that. 1-2 Down to Earth is disgusted like that 1-2 I'm disgusted like that. 1-2 In every sense
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[Verse 1:] I swear to God your going to kill me, why you Keep asking me, to hot to trot, mother fucker Spells blasphemy, I don't remember much, but
restaurants we ate dinners ate All the cars, audemars with the different straps But always strive for more, never be content with that No beginner rap, no number 1
specialize in blow jobs. Just leave us your ... [FREAK NASTY:] Damn, it's late. Hope she home, fuck. [MARY:] name and your number and we'll call you
[Verse 1] Yo! Hangin' low, chiefin' high. Time to make you haters cry Circulatin' gossip 'bout the Lady you deserve to die Memphis Queen will set it
Seem to make these haters matter Look at em, so sound, bout to cry, no sir, but my flesh won't let me do it Got me numb to all emotion Like the killer
me numb I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh While that AK 47 shell cut me in half Yeah, then you woke up you hater Why don
[VERSE 1] We living in the last days of our lives Let's change our ways be faithful to our wives Let's be more giving to these children Lets try and
murderin' I ain't gotta say it You don't cross me, I don't cross you But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too Look, I'm iced out [Big Tymers] [1] I
Oh Oh, Yeah, Dj Boone, The Number 1 draft pick right here, Your Boy Jin, Double R, Streets Illistrated, Let's Go. Gotta have it for burnin the mic,
Living life greater, flipping bars like a skater Invisible, you can't see me, water vapor If you wanna succeed you'll get a lotta haters But listen up hater
the mind Contest, nonsense to tappin a line out of time To drum a life of our numbs cause search to wards for gettin numb As the market starts to plumb
swerving maynnne I'm just tipping [Verse 1: Naledge] {Driving down the block} It's the flicker of the year Flicker on my ear make a hater shed a tear
meint dass er irgendwas weiss [VERSE 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Niggas'll leave your brains number than veins In the streets where pumpers can preach caine In numbers