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Why do niggas hate on me? Hella hoes from A to Z Stuck with this life faithfully Bitch, you gotta pay the fee I don't even show my face for free I'm him, bitch, no mistaking me At Ruth Chris, told her, "Steak me, please" It ain't shit you can say to me It ain't nothing you can say to me Money talks, you ain't gettin no paper Be in L.A. more than a damn Laker When I walk outside, can't see the damn neighbor Niggas always lying, nigga, you a damn faker Niggas always crying always need a damn favor Had to grind for mine couldn't do the damn waiting All the time they be hating, nigga, you a damn hater And my mind complex it be hard to explain shit Over time they'll understand latеr Talk cash money, you don't even spеak my language You broke as hell in a broken world, shit dangerous I'm fly as hell, in the mall, bitches think I'm famous I'm shy as hell, I don't wanna talk just wanna smash Hit the 405 and put four hunnid on the dash With this type of life, I just be hoping I don't crash I didn't write no paper I was gettin' my paper right Letras de cancionesThis the only way of life, I didn't never go to class I'm never gon' be humble, I'ma always show my ass I'ma always come in first, I'ma never come in last And I'm itchin' for that paper like I got a fuckin' rash And these bitches think I made it, they keep coming from the past And this shit can't be debated you don't even know the half They keep tryna ride my wave and we gon' sink the fuckin' raft Shirt Chrome Hearts but the sneakers came from Raf We gon' spin and skirt off if they speaking on me bad F&N, white chalk, gotta keep it in my bag I can even put it down, I can beat a nigga ass Nigga, ask around ya town prolly got it on smash, yeah Every bitch there, smashed, yeah Pedal to the ground, smash, yeah Tellin' bitches you should let me smash, yeah Every song I make its a smash, yeah Stomp a nigga out get smashed, yeah Yeah, got it on smash, yeah Killin' this shit, shit sad, yeah Drillin' this bitch, bitch bad, yeah Wheeling this bitch, whip fast, yeah Young Rory in this bitch, get glad, ho Niggas standing too close get back They don't know how I manage, fuck these hoes, get a bag How 'bout you get up on yo grind, get the fuck off yo ass Facetime with my bitch, got a cut, she gon' smash Niggas time came and went while they stuck in the past They don't know how I manage, fuck these hoes, get a bag How 'bout you get up on yo grind, get the fuck off yo ass Facetime with my bitch, got a cut, she gon smash Niggas time came and went while they stuck in the past Why do niggas hate on me? Hella hoes from A to Z Stuck with this life faithfully Bitch, you gotta pay the fee I don't even show my face for free I'm him, bitch, no mistaking me At Ruth Chris, told her, "Steak me, please" It ain't shit you can say to me It ain't nothing you can say to me Money talks, you ain't gettin no paper Be in L.A. more than a damn Laker When I walk outside, can't see the damn neighbor Niggas always lying, nigga, you a damn faker Niggas always crying always need a damn favor Had to grind for mine couldn't do the damn waiting All the time they be hating, nigga, you a damn hater From Letras Mania