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Revenge of the Cool
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And I'm all up in your sh*t nowadays That's what them haters get Uh Yeah, yeah When you puttin' up with them lows, them haters all at your door Talkin', "Where you been, bro? Why you don't come 'round no more?" Sh*t, 'cause money on my mind, if I go broke, then I'm f**ked If the world was four flat tires, y'all n***as'd leave me stuck And the main one claiming money ain't a thing owe me bucks Always talking 'bout he pimpin' when his old lady tryna f**k I got news for you, I ain't the one for hoopin' and hollerin' You ain't extendin' my commas, we ain't got nothin' in common I'm sayin', you seen 'em in the club, first to grab on the bottle Ain't dropped a dimе in the VIP, going live with this sh*t Always lyin', talkin' down like thеy supply for the clique But everybody looking 'round like, "Who the f**k them n***as is?" "Who the f**k let them n***as in?" 'Cause we some players and we know the difference I'm never lettin' up on these lames, keep 'em in they feelings 'Cause while they scopin' on my wallet and droolin' over hookah Man, I was plottin' up a million, some sh*t they can't be doing Man, I was all off in your crib, eatin' out your fridge Feet up on your couch, f**kin' with your b*t*h That's what you haters get That's what you haters get Man, I was sippin' on your drank, smokin' on your sh*t Pressin' on your b***ons, ridin' in your whip That's what you haters get That's what you haters get That's what you haters get She for the city though (For the city) While your silly a** was puttin' on your sh*tty show, she was all up in my videos (Uh) She came to Death Row Faded off the petrol Kind of hard to wrestle her off, she mastered Greco Neck stroke is the death stroke Cartier specs like I'm Esco' Keep sh*ttin' on them no matter the amount of pep though All about the Creflo (Dollars) Let's go take a look at the escrow Bets go down Might triple up next go 'round I hit them packs if them checks slow down Slow down, DZA, you're killin' 'em, yet profound Can't slip, you gotta check those clowns I'm like, "What a disgrace" I put 'em all in they place like Section 8 (Uh) The hate be hereditary, a family trait (Uh) Revenge of the cool guys, I done ran up the rate Park you, n***a, cancel your fate Man, I was all off in your crib, eatin' out your fridge Feet up on your couch, f**kin' with your b*t*h That's what you haters get That's what you haters get Man, I was sippin' on your drank, smokin' on your sh*t Pressin' on your b***ons, ridin' in your whip That's what you haters get That's what you haters get That's what you haters get
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