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Haters

アーティスト:Kool Keith  アルバム:Spankmaster 

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Two-thousand-three baby, Kool Keith, I'm up in here Very different - and he wants to talk to you Admire his immaturity Took you away to better places Brazil, Costa Rica you seen new faces Covered the bills you struggled to pay - gave you life No more kid with a scarf around his beatin you up every day Plastic surgery breast implants the small hustler made you cry Because he was confused, you lay while he play Cleanin my house, you look gorgeous in lingerie Is that the kid on the phone? Hardcore Hawkin you in front of the building everyday When is he gonna learn? It's over, it's my turn You're pregnant with my kid By the fireplace, we watch his doo-rags burn I remodeled you, gave you the diamonds he couldn't wisely concern Always talkin bout the cash he got The little pesos for shows And God knows his materialistic raps and wack flows are like Stay Free pads, fake V.I.P. rappers get garbage disposed Unrecouped for his flamboyance and reflection He's leasin rentin and frontin - yeah, yeah.. Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! Stop the chorus back to your Bentley Your wife is gone, she's with me On a first class flight in the Bahamas, grab your bags quickly Sorry top ten rapper on the answering machine You're over like Al Green This song is written for the 2003 team V.I.P. with Ben Vareen Cancel your A& R meeting light you up like Heatwave - central heating Eject your premature CD in the whirlpool while we're eating


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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