Lyrics Drama (feat. Big Hawk) - Billy Cook
These
haters,
up
in
the
game
They
really
don't
want
drama,
drama
no
Them
boys,
up
in
the
game
They
really
don't
want
drama,
drama
no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na,
no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na,
no
These
haters
in
the
game,
gone
make
me
pop
a
vein
Hotter
than
four
bowls
of
Mexican
chili,
on
the
top
of
a
stove
boiling
mayne
These
boys
better
save
that
drama,
for
they
baby
mama
Keep
my
name
out
your
mouth,
and
watch
what
you
say
I'm
calling
niggas
out
one
by
one,
two
by
two
and
your
weak
ass
crew
You
bring
the
best
out
of
me,
now
tell
me
what
you
gone
do
Peep
the
real
and
I
peep
the
fake,
load
lyrical
clips
up
in
the
AK
And
I'm
B.M.G.
1965,
black
T
fitted
cap
and
I'm
certified
Always
smiling,
up
in
my
face
Talking
that
shit,
and
I'm
gone
catch
a
case
Now,
who's
that
going
around,
talking
down
on
Billy
Cook
Saying,
that
he
ain't
the
truth
in
the
booth
And
he
only
sing
hooks
locally,
and
he
connected
mayne
These
haters,
up
in
the
game
They
really
don't
want
drama,
drama
no
Them
boys,
up
in
the
game
They
really
don't
want
drama,
drama
no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na,
no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na,
no
These
boys
don't
really
want
drama,
put
that
on
Pat
and
my
mama
Exclamation
point,
period
comma,
I
blow
shit
up
like
that
boy
Osama
Bin
Laden
boys
be
plotting,
fuck
around
and
you
get
shot'n
Fuck
around
and
you'll
get
caught,
and
they'll
be
digging
your
burial
plot'n
See
H.A.W.K.
don't
play
them
games,
don't
mess
around
with
no
names
I
cock
back
load
and
aim,
and
put
a
big
hole
in
the
center
of
your
brain
That
boy
is
off
the
chain,
that
boy
is
off
the
hook
That
boy
got
the
Southside
shook,
cause
he
finally
did
a
song
with
Billy
Cook
Got
haters
green
with
envy,
that's
just
that
Fat
Pat
in
me
Them
haters
wanna
know
who
we
are,
when
they
see
you
coming
down
in
a
brand
new
Bentley
Ask
around
if
you
in
H-Town,
they'll
tell
you
I
don't
play
around
They'll
tell
you
that
pound
for
pound,
Big
H.A.W.K.
will
make
you
lay
it
down
And
to
these
messy
girls,
don't
make
me
rock
your
world
I'll
give
you
some'ing
good,
that's
bound
to
make
your
toes
curl
Have
you
chasing
after
nuts
like
a
squirrel,
baby
girl
I
call
it
karma
You
keep
on
giving
me
the
good,
but
baby
save
the
drama
These
haters,
up
in
the
game
They
really
don't
want
drama,
drama
no
Them
boys,
up
in
the
game
They
really
don't
want
drama,
drama
no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na,
no
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na,
no
These
haters,
up
in
the
game
These
haters,
up
in
the
game
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