Haters Everywhere Lyrics - B.o.b.

[Chorus - B.o.B] 

We got them going down for the count 

Looking 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 going down for the count 

Looking at the ground 

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 going down for the count 

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[Verse 1 - B.o.B] 

Yes sir it's the beast from Decatur 

Can'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 everybody going to feel the need to say something 

But can't speak up whenever you face them 

That's what you call microphone gangsters 

Yeah, I got them okie-doke, yeah I'm raw, you know my flow 

Because folk be acting hard, like a Viagra overdose 

Talking that noise on all them songs 

A bunch of little boys but you all look grown 

Those niggas there, and these niggas here 

It really don't matter because they all just clones 

Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer 

Hell yeah man I'm all for the cause 

Ain't trying to get involved with the law sir 

But a nigga will get caught with the Mossberg 

And that just ain't a threat on the song 

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

Because niggas that slip they don't last long 

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[Verse 2 - Wes Fif] 

Hey, what the lick read homie? Me I'm doing what I always do 

Grinding, if you wasn't steady hating you'd be balling too 

I know you seen us falling through 

All the rich niggas is on my crew 

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

Oh! 

You should of 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 them 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 

Aye guy, I'm fly, something like the air 

Ain't that something? 

When it's stunting man there's nothing like air 

Homie hold it right there, homeboy hold it down 

Spent five at the mall and had the haters going down 

[Chorus]