Bob - Haters Everywhere Lyrics

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We got 'em goin down for the count lookin at the ground

That's why we got haters that's why we got haters

Haters everywhere we go haters everywhere we go

Haters everywhere we go where we go

Haters goin down for the count (one) lookin at the ground (two)

I think you're a hater i think you're a hater

Haters everywhere we go haters everywhere we go

Haters everywhere we go where we go haters goin down for the count

[verse 1: b.o.b.]

Yes sir it's the beast from decatur

Cain't see enemies and the haters

Real sharp on my thing like a razor

Blade come clean like a shape up

So guess i got a game of tape up

But e'rybody gonnaa feel the need to say sum'n

But can't speak up whenever you face 'em

Thats what i call microphone gangsters

Yea i got 'em okie-doke teah i'm raw you know my flow

Cause folk be actin hard like a viagra overdose

Talkin that noise on all them songs

A buncha lil' boys but you all look grown

Those niggaz there and these niggaz here

It really don't matta cause they all just clones

Go to school read a book be a lawyer

Hell yeah man i'm all for the cause

Ain't tryin to get involved with the law sir

But a nigga will get caught with the mausberg

And that just ain't a threat on the song

Don't get it wrong cause this track is my own

Cause niggaz that slip they don't last long

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[verse 2: wes fif]

Hey - what the heck breathe homie me i'm doin what i always do

Grindin if you wasn't steady hatin you'd be ballin too

I know you see us fallin through all the rich niggaz is on my crew

Fuck it they can't touch us if stuck up is what you call it cool

Ooh~! you shoulda seen when i came down in that

Black on black custom gator haters face down on the mat

Splat! yeah i can make a green nigga mad

Quick fast flash like ten cash on his bitch ass

[b.o.b.]

You can tell i'm a g by the walk and the stance

How i play the game make 'em talk in the stands

Watch how you talk when you talk to the man

If it ain't about bread you can talk to the hand

I i show you how to get rich

You got a weak arm i'll show you how to pitch

Made it so play i'll show you how to hit

And tell the police i don't know about shit

Ay guy i'm fly somethin like the air

Ain't that somethin when it's stuntin man there's nothin like air

Homey hold it right there homeboy hold it down

Spent five at the mall and had the haters goin dowwwn

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