Constantly Hating (feat. Birdman)

Young Thug, Birdman2015年4月16日

歌詞

Constantly Hating - Young Thug/Birdman

Pour that sh*t up fool it's ours

 

Monster

 

Man so you ain't gonna pour

 

Oh you're gonna make a ni**a beg you to pour okay bool

 

Hopped out my mothaf**kin' bed

 

Hopped in the mothaf**kin' coupe

Skrrrr

Pulled up on the Birdman

 

I'm a beast I'm a beast I'm a mobster

You got 50 whole bands you'll be my sponsor just for the night

Them snakes on the plane me and Cognac-conda condas

 

I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him

Chuck E Cheese I'm about pizza and my Rol' on

I'm a gangster I don't dance baby I poke

Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia

I heard I put it in the spot yessir she told me

My niggas muggin' these niggas YSL loaded

I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly like no way

But we not friendly either you know it

 

Yeah thumbs up

I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course

My b**ch a tall blooded horse ni**a bronco

And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us

You got a body lil' ni**a we got a ton of 'em

You got some Robin's lil' ni**a we got some Balmains

I let that choppa go blocka blocka get back son

You got them MJs ni**a I got them Jacksons racks

But really what is it to do

When the whole world constantly hatin' on you

P**sy niggas hold their nuts masturbatin' on you

Meanwhile the f**kin' federal baitin' on you

Ni**a tell me what you do

Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**sy ni**a

I got a hundred things to do

And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**kin' figures

Yeah I'm from that mothaf**kin' Nolia ni**a

 

Birdman'll break a ni**a nose lil' ni**a

You need to slow your f**kin' roll lil' ni**a

 

We created Ks on shoulders ni**a

 

I'm a scary f**kin' sight lil' ni**a

 

We won a hundred mil' on fights lil' ni**a

 

A hundred bands sure you're right lil' ni**a

I keep some AKs on my flights lil' ni**a

 

Birdman Willie B

Smoke some stunna blunts now my eyes Chinese

 

Hundred K on private flights overseas

 

Choppas City ni**a free BG

Bentley with the doors all 'round not a Jeep

Rich ni**a sh*t smoke two pounds in a week

Can't find a b**ch that don't know we them streets

B**ches know that I am Birdman that's OG

 

But really what is it to do

When the whole world constantly hatin' on you

P**sy niggas hold their nuts masturbatin' on you

Meanwhile the f**kin' federal baitin' on you

Ni**a tell me what you do

Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**sy ni**a

I got a hundred things to do

And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**kin' figures

 

Ni**a I'm a crack addict

Thought about lettin' them get a cut then I went and snagged at it

 

The new Boosie Badazz at it

I'ma drop a ni**a life just like a bad habit

I stick to the ground like a mothaf**kin' rug

I'm a big dog lil' f**k ni**a you a pup

Lil' b**ch clean your drawers before you think you're a thug

Before I be in front your shows just like your pub

I ain't even lyin' baby

 

I swear to God I ain't lyin' baby

 

First I'll screw you without these pliers baby

 

I might dap you like good try baby

 

Big B livin' baby

 

Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs

I promise their mama see them this week

And I don't break promises with my Ds them my dogs

I want Ms and cheese mister Mickey Ds

She know I am a beast I am obese

In Miami I swear they don't got good w**d

Wiz Khalifa can you give me some w**d please

 

Yeah overseas ni**a top floor clear windows ni**a

Glass house drankin' GT you understand

We in that Red Light District you understand

3 and 1 that mean 3 on me ni**a you understand me

 

Just livin' the life boy aye Thug just a dollar for a 1 ni**a

We blow a mil' boy

 

Rich Gang YSL bratt

 

***歌詞來自第三方***