paroles de chanson Haters - Field Mob
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
Why
you
wannaaaaaaaaaa
playa
hate
on
meeeeeee?
Is
it
the
big
truck
sittin'
up
on
Mike
Jordans,
thats
23's
With
the
big
ole
owl,
dual
heads
roaring
Or
is
it
the
Caprice
sittin'
Emmitt
Smiths,
thats
22's
On
the
Impala
on
20
inches
Mo'
wood
in
it
than
old
Abe
Lincoln's
cabin
And
with
mo'
glass
in
it,
than
in
your
cabinets
Or
is
it
the
way
we
come
down
watchin'
XXX
White
sex
from
the
ceilin',
visors,
and
headrests
Or
is
it
the
chain,
the
gucci
hat,
the
gucci
Air
Jordan
retros
to
match
Even
though
I
step
on
the
scene,
so
fresh
and
so
clean
Nice
tek'n
wit'
me,
I
still
got
my
weapon
wit'
me
Strapped
wit'
a
tek
in
my
jeans
Ready
to
squeeze,
cause
I
know
you
haters
get
tempted
to
wear
my
Neck
a
lace
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
Now
just
imagine
if
there
wasnt
no
real
niggas
No
hustlas,
thugstas,
mobstas,
and
field
niggas
On
the
treal,
T
double
D,
I
still
keep
it
real
I
love
the
streets
that
you
fuck
niggas
named
Haterville
Lied
on
me,
said
I
was
a
murderer,
said
I
used
to
serve
you
work
But
I
aint
never
heard
of
you
I
love
dub-deuces,
only
cause
I'm
sittin
on
em
And
once
again
I'm
gunnin,
copped
the
big
500
A
Chevy
boy,
candy
green
and
chrome
fronted
Niggas
hide
out
or
they
ride
out
cause
my
shit
runnin
I
sold
more
oz's
than
cd's
and
lp's
Baby,
I'm
a
thug
plus
I'm
OG
I
roll
'em
heavy,
I'm
bout
my
fetti
And
the
feds
is
what
I'm
headed
If
you
fuck
niggas
keep
tellin'
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
I
was
sittin
in
the
rankin,
69
And
ceelo
twankys,
choppin
4 15'
Subwoofers,
blasting
I
dont
like
that
nigga,
fuck
that
nigga
Man,
I
wanna
shoot,
slap,
punch,
kick,
cut
that
niggaa
Thats
what
they
say
on
the
low
WE'RE
LOSING
HIMMMM
Thats
what
paramedics'll
say
While
you
lay
on
the
floor
Can
we
all
just
get
along?
smoke
trees,
hit
a
bong
Haters
pussy
niggas,
so
I'm
a
choke
'em
wit'
a
thong
Even
the
block
envy
me,
I
make
a
mill
wit'
the
flo'
But
I'm
better
wit'
coke
and
hot
hennessey
My
peers
is
like
queers
they
only
get
mad
Cause
I
ride
rims
old
enough
to
buy
beers
They
smileeee
while
hatin'
but
when
it
comes
to
fakes
I
spot
more
than
dalmations
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin
cause
my
20's
be,
choppin!
choppin
Hatin
cause
these
hoes
be,
jockin!
jockin
Try
me
and
my
glock'll
be,
cockin!
poppin
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