Little Brother - Hate - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Phonte] Yeah, what up? It's Phonte, Phontigga I gotta take time to address 'em Kanye, I know you understand where I'm comin from baby Uh, all you non-believing motherfuckers - this is for y'all [Hook: Phonte] They got hate for that, they ain't gon' pay for that They gon' download it nigga, they can't wait for that But I don't care if our shit flop It's dope beats, dope rhymes, nigga that's Hip Hop They got hate for that, they ain't gon' pay for that To see me fall off my nigga, they can't wait for that But I'mma do what I feel like Three albums in the game muh'fucker, we still tight [Phonte] Yo, let me get into it Stop all the fame and applause And name callin at them famous award shows Nigga that's just brainless and Lord knows What would happen if I wasn't rappin for them lost souls Who feel that Hip Hop's at the crossroads And miss that type of shit that they can feel in they torsos I wish this shit was easy, oh not so Even the road less travelled is littered with potholes And booby traps, 'Te is more than hot flows and booty raps But, niggas who missed their shot can't seem to handle that So, they hate on us like Soviets But we keep them niggas in check like Wachovia And it ain't over yet Cause hater niggas marry hater bitches and y'all know the rest Yes... stop your crying baby [Hook: Phonte] They got hate for that, they ain't gon' pay for that They gon' download it nigga, they can't wait for that But I don't care if our shit flop It's dope beats, dope rhymes, nigga that's Hip Hop They got hate for that, they ain't gon' pay for that To see me fall off my nigga, they can't wait for that But I'mma do what I feel like Three albums in the game muh'fucker, we still tight [Phonte] You know the feelin when your hard workin Hustlin pays off (pays off), pays off (pays off) And you can finally get all your credit cards paid off (paid off), paid off Nigga they got hate for that, lately I've been takin my time Tryna sit back and chill, get away from the grind For the sake of my rhymes, and the sake of my flows Got your girl in here naked steady touchin her toes Like them porno hoes, what would you do for a threesome? I mean a Halle Berry, Sanaa Lathan in free some Oooh they have love for that They might show up raw dog with no glove for that 'Te, your cheque'll be there on Monday Three months later, your cheque'll be there on Monday That shit ain't funny, I ain't no dummy Fuckin with my money, do I need to call my niggas with dope a dunny? I know y'all hatin and I hope y'all hear this I don't give a goddamn, y'all can just keep starin Yeah, uh [Hook: Phonte] They got hate for that, they ain't gon' pay for that So much hate I know they probably hate this track But I don't care if our shit flop It's dope beats, dope rhymes, nigga that's Hip Hop They got hate for that, they can't wait for that Found this loop like "Damn, 'Ye got payed for that" I don't give a damn if our shit flop It's dope beats, dope rhymes, nigga that's Hip Hop
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