Текст песни Hatin’ On Me - Kevin Bradley feat. Millie

HATIN ON ME
One
Written and performed by Camille J. Avila
Hatin on Me all because they game lame
Hatin, Hatin' on Me all because they game lame
Hatin on Hatin on Me all because they game lame
Hatin on Hatin on Hatin on Hatin on Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha- Hatin
*Repeat*
Two
I see niggas tryina copy me like Lexmark
I Rearrange my style so much my stylist got stretch marks
Pussy ass nigga go to Oz and fuckin get some heart
Stick to the script and Play yo Motha fuckin part
Man I must have died and came back
Niggas ain't change still dirty-mackin' because they wack
Pillow talkin wit them bitches fuck a bed time
I'm out here gettin it get it into yo head I
Think bread all profit more commaz
I'm the gift and I'm bringing the prophecy to yo mama
Stay wit a choppa man niggas hate my persona tryina fuck wit my dollas and you gonna need a doctor
Killing all my shows u can ask Willie Proctor
Some please call 9-1-1 yo bitch is a stalker
She wanna holla at a Motha fuckin baller
So I took down her number I don't think that I'ma call her, niggas...
Okay I stay gettin flashed by paparazzi
Naked bitches on my dick and they won't get off
Gettin bread like spaghetti and I'm extra saucy
Sipping Carlo Rossi and I rock the party
Hardly ever caught without a spliterillo or a cloud
You can hit up me or Guero if you lookin for the loud
You can hit up TJD if you if you tryina get some game
I would tell you who I am but you already know my name I
Think bread all profit more commaz
I'm the gift and I'm bringing the prophecy to yo mama
Stay wit' a choppa man niggas hate my persona tryina fuck wit my dollas and you gonna need a doctor
Killing all my shows u can ask Willie Proctor
Some please call 9-1-1 yo bitch is a stalker
She wanna holla at a Motha fuckin baller
So I took down her number I don't think that I'ma call her, niggas...