Boosie BadAzz - Hatin' lyrics

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Boosie BadAzz - Hatin' lyrics

[Intro] Lil' Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz) And I wanna know tonight Why they hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me?) sh** I'm a good n***a believe that (believe that) Let's roll [Hook] Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) [Verse 1: Lil' Boosie] n***a ate at my momma table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle) I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me (he ratted on me) The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me My n***a lookin' like he wanna break the code on me Tell me why they let me ride for a year Now they want my 745 until I show for this here n***a try to sneak me but that's ho sh** (that's ho sh**) You ain't gon' get no stripes off me lil daddy (uh-uh) You better try some more sh** And now they f**in' with my girl head Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soulja down And she can't focus now Ain't that a shame how they f** up your name Tell promoters you gon' cut throat 'em Now you missin' your change Who gon' take the pistol charge since 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 p**y motherf**ers y'all gon' hate on my son [Hook] Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) [Verse 2: Lil' Boosie] From the cradle to the grave I'm gon' always be a hustler As long as you succeed they gon' always be a busta (huh bra) They hated Dr. King (say that) They hated when he marched (yeah) They hated Malcolm X (fasho) And they hated Rosa Parks (for real) Sometimes the enemy on your pa**enger side Ridin' witcha gettin' high But you can't believe it But you know that he sneaky (he sneaky) When I was five my momma looked at her son And told me "Boy you gon' break hearts cause you too cute for just one" I guess this baby face and these rap sk**s that God blessed me with Got n***as nuts hangin' ready to come and test me b**h but look You know they said I was dead two shots up in my head Some say I O-D'd off that Ex what they gon' say next [Hook] Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) It's real life homie [Verse 3: Lil' Boosie] Now they say me and Webbie beef and we on the same team (same team) We drop hits you know your b**h we got the same dreams (same dreams) Alot of n***as playa hatin' cause they ain't me (they ain't me) So in they mind they won't hesitate to spank me I seen alot of sh**, Lord knows I try Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride Want figgas like Jigga (yeah) With a brain like Dane Can't slip like beans Cause I got dreams to be the mayne But I never change Mayne no matter how raw it get I'm beast mode lil daddy so I'm prepared for the rawest sh** They called me out my name (believe that) They told me I was stuntin' Told 'em "One day b**h I'mma have some Oprah money" Wooh [Hook] Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)