Haters Lyrics - Singles - Lyfe Jennings

Yeah, ha, ha, ha, what up, track boy? 

I wanna send a big shout out to all you haters 

Now I know normally a nigga don't do it 

But see, I'm different, I'm grateful for you haters 

Let's get it 

Flow's so cracked, the feds wanna indict me 

So ill, your immune system wanna fight me 

So poor that the weed heads wanna light me 

Balling so hard, the quarterback wanna hike me 

You dudes crying that it's lonely at the top 

Stop whining, it's sauce and macaroni at the top 

I'm not a pimp by blood, I'm a pimp by all means 

All it takes to knock a chick is to put on some clean jeans 

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man 

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man 

Going postal but mail it to the next man 

I can't hear you, hater 

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man 

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man 

Going postal but mail it to the next man 

I can't hear you, hater 

You see that Maserati hauled in the driveway 

I saw a picture went and bought that bitch the same day 

I paid cash for it, a hundred twenty grand 

The whole dealership, my father saying I'm the man 

He got a Visa, I got a black card 

Got so much cheese on it, I call it the rat card 

I gotta good girl, I gotta bad mouth 

She like my swagger 'cause I'm nasty like the waffle house 

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man 

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man 

Going postal but mail it to the next man 

I can't hear you, hater 

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man 

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man 

Going postal but mail it to the next man 

I can't hear you, hater 

If you see you're hater put your hand in the air and say 

Hi, hater, hi, hater 

If you see your hater put your hand in the air and say 

Bye, hater, bye, hater 

If somebody tells you you'll never be nothing, see 

You're a lie, hater, lie, hater 

This is your time, this is your shine 

These are the best years of your life 

Now go on and tell them haters 

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man 

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man 

Going postal but mail it to the next man 

I can't hear you, hater 

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man 

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man 

Going postal but mail it to the next man 

I can't hear you, hater 

Hater, see you later 

Hater, see you later 

Hater