Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Jeremy Allen, M Roach, B Rome, C Butler, Torence Hatch
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Lil' BoosieHatin' Lyrics:
This Boosie Bad Azz
And I wanna know tonight why they hatin' on me
Could a nigga believe it? Let's roll
Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets
Nigga ate at my mama table, my daughter called him uncle
I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me
The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me
My nigga lookin' like he wanna break the code on me
Tell me why they let me ride for a year
Now they want my 7 45 until I show for this here
Nigga try to sneak me but that's hoe shit
You ain't gon' get no stripes off me, lil' daddy
You better try some mo' shit
Now they fuckin' wit my girl head
Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soldier down
And she can't focus now
Ain't that a shame how they fuck up yo' name?
Tell promoters you go cut throat 'em now you missin' yo' chain
Who gon' take the pistol job? Everybody convict
Been to 5 funerals in 3 months, Lord knows that I miss
I guess when I get old and great and my mission is done
You pussy motherfuckers, y'all gon' hate on my son
Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets
From the cradle to the grave, I'm gon' always be a hustler
As long as you succeed, they gon' always be a buster
They hated Dr. King, they hated when he marched
They hated Malcolm X and they hated Rosa Parks
Sometimes yo' enemy on yo' passenger side
Ridin' wit cha, gettin' high
But you can't believe it but you know that he sneakin'
When I was 5, my mama looked at her son and told me
“Boy, you gon' break hearts 'cause you too cute for just one”
I guess this baby face and these rap skills that God bless me wit
Got niggas nuts hangin', ready to come and test me, bitch
But look, you know they say I was dead, 2 shots up in my head
Some say I O.D.ed off that X, what they gon' say next?
Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets
Now they say me and Webbie beef, we on the same team
We drop hits, you nosy bitch, we got the same dream
A lotta niggas playa hatin' 'cause they ain't me
So when they mine, they won't hesitate to spank me
They seen a lotta shit, Lord knows I try
Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride
Want figures like Jigga, with a brain like Dane
Can't slip like beans 'cause I got dreams to be the man
But I never change, ain't no matter how raw we get
I'm beast mode, lil' daddy, so I'm prepared for the rawest shit
They called me out my name, they told me I was stuntin'
Told them one day, bitch, I'm gon' have some Oprah money
Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets
Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me
'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets
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