paroles de chanson Stop Hating - DC The Don

Charger
The most high

Okay, cool, you bought some Rick
Nigga, I got a pair for all my niggas (Woo)
Okay, cool, it cost a brick
Shawty, my pockets over all these niggas
Prada shades just for the fit
Shawty, I can see all these niggas (Phoenix)

(Hating, hating, hating, hating, hating)
High as a bitch and I'm flyin' (Hating, hating, hating, hating)
Swervin' the Masi', you see me, lil' bitch
I be fly (Hating, hating, hating, hating)
Pipe this shit up, nigga, better go pick you a side, uh-huh, huh
All these backends got me thumbin', huh (Woo)
I gave the Glock to my cousin
Eat 'em up, she tryna fuck in the mornin'
Beat it up, I'm in the back of the function, my heater out
I'm spendin' five every time that I'm eatin' out
Christian Dior all on me, got her fiendin' now
SUV, big-body swervin', I'm leavin' out
All this red drop in this cup got me leanin' now (Ayy, ayy)
Switch the Ferrari, I'll still pull the demon out
Hop in the— (Skrrt, whew), why the fuck I keep speedin' out?

Bring out the hoes, yeah, the more, yeah, the merrier
We in the hills, now this shit gettin' scarier (Oh-oh)
She say, "That nigga too broke, he embarrasin'"
She easy impressed, you should see the interior
She call me God like a nigga superior
Who really movin' like me? Let's get serious
True Religion, Buddha-man got me curious
Should I blow ten on a fit like, "Fuck do you mean?"
Kickback on top of the floor, and she comin' to my house (My house)
Breakin' her back, she keep throwin' that ass
This lil' ho must think she getting flied out (Flied out)
She can't be one of my bitches, I pull up
Selena, Selena, Selena, Selena (Phew)
Had to pop out with my demons (Woo, phew)
Bitch, we outside, what's the deal? (Brr, brr)
Shoot it up (Fah, fah), who brought the fire out?
Bitch, I'm T'd up on a motherfuckin' Monday
My young niggas still goin' viral (Viral)
K on my feet, spend a K on my feet
Jeremy Scott wings got me fly (Fly)
Blowin' chickens like we El Dorado
Politicin' light-skin like Mulatto (Damn)
Niggas keep stealin' the swag but never again
I'm steppin' on all these niggas
Fuck it, I'm goin' again, my diamonds keep dancin'
Fuckin' up all these niggas
I got a plug in Rodeo, he bought me some yayo
I could've bought four of them bitches
Don't book me for no fuckin' show, bitch, unless it's some cash
They probably can't afford me nigga
Throw that shit on in the mornin', on in the mornin'
Fuckin' your bitch in the mornin'
I'm fuckin' yo bitch in the mornin'
Nah, I didn't mean it, she callin' me, she was horny
Prada black boots in the mornin'
Straight in the mornin', she suckin' me while I'm yawnin'
She say that she hate bein' lonely, so she pulled up on me
Pull up on me, bitch, pull out

(Hating, hating, hating, hating, hating, hating, hating)
High as a bitch and I'm flyin'
Swervin' the Masi', you see me, lil' bitch
I be fly (Hating, hating, hating)
Pipe this shit up, nigga, better go pick you a side, uh-huh, huh
All these backends got me thumbin', huh
I gave the Glock to my cousin
Eat 'em up, she tryna fuck in the mornin'
Beat it up, I'm in the back of the function, my heater out (Woo)
I'm spendin' five every time that I'm eatin' out
Christian Dior all on me, got her fiendin' now
SUV, big-body swervin', I'm leavin' out
All this red drop in this cup got me leanin' now (Woo)
Switch the Ferrari, I'll still pull the demon out
Hop in the— (Skrrt, whew), why the fuck I keep speedin' out?