Lil' Boosie - Hatin' Lyrics

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[Intro:]

Lil boosie bad azz (lil boosie bad azz)

An I wanna know tonite

Y dey hatin on me?

Shh. Ima good nigga believe that

Lets roll...

[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)

'cause Im tryna get this paper ('cause im tryna get this paper)

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)

[Verse:]

Niggahated my momma table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle)

I treated him like he was donkey and he told on me

The judge lookin like he wanna drop a load on me

My nigga loookin like he wanna break the code on me

Tell me y they let me ride for a year

Now they want my 745 until I show for this here

Nigga tried to sneak me but that's hoe shit

You aint gonna get no strikes off me lil daddy u betta try sum moe shit

Now he fuck wit my gurl head

Da hoes she be round kept puttin her souldja down and she can't focus now (un un un)

Aint that a shame how they fuck up ya name

Tell Promoters ya gon cut throat em now ya missin ya change

Who gon take the pistol charges and everybody convicted

Been to 5 funerals in 3 months Lord knows that I miss em

I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done

You pussy mutha fuckas yall gon hate on my son

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[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)

'cause Im tryna get this paper ('cause im tryna get this paper)

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)

[Verse:]

From da cradle to the grave Ima always be a hustler

As long as u 16 they gon always be a buster

They hated Dr.King they hated when he marched

They hated Malcolm X and they hated Rosa Parks

Sometime yo enemy on yo passenger side

Riding wit cha gettin high

But u can't believe it

But u know dat he sneaky

When I was five my mama looked at her son she said boy

You gon break hearts 'cause you to cute for just one

I guess it's this baby face and rap skills that God blessed me wit

Got nigga nuts hangin ready to come and test me bitch but look

You know that say I was dead

2 shot up in my head

Sum say I OVed off dat X

Wat they gon say next?

[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)

'cause Im tryna get this paper ('cause im tryna get this paper)

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)

[Verse:]

Now they say me and Weebie beef we on the same team

We drop hits you nosey bitch we got the same dream

Alot of niggas playa hate 'cause they aint me

So when they mine they wont hesitate to spank me

Done seen a lot of shit Lord knows I try

Rumors hurt me inside but Im still showin pride

Want diggahs like jigga with a brain like dane

Cant slip like beans 'cause i dreams to be da mayne

But I never change no matter how raw it get

Im beast mode lil daddy so Im prepared for the rawest shit

They called me out my name

They told me I was stuntin

I told them one day bitch Ima have sum Oprah money

[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)

'cause Im tryna get this paper ('cause im tryna get this paper)

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)

[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)

'cause Im tryna get this paper ('cause im tryna get this paper)

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)

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