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DJ Kay Slay

"Hater Proof"

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, dough
Guess that's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Kay Slay, what's up?
Uh, Burberry scarf and some Timb boots
Bad b*tch with me and she foreign too (Lil' bad b*tch)
Pull up out the whip, hop out clutchin' (Clutch the forty)
Makin' wrist Icee, I'm a Slushie
My lil' n*gga'll face a n*gga (Buck)
DJ Kay Slay a n*gga (Buck)
Broad day a n*gga, clap
Ay bay bay a n*gga (Blaow-blaow)
I climbed from the bottom, I found a way out (Found a way out)
You n*ggas the feds, pardon my layout
Y'all make me go a lil' harder
Ain't gon' lie, I'm startin' to like haters
Look, I'm Louied down, I'm a Freshman like a ninth grader
f*ck her, put her out, no you can't, I spend the night later
She tryna get goosed
Stuck on me? I get some fly paper, uh

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, dough
Guess that's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Who take the coke up in butcher crib? I was trappin out chess spot
Baggin' up I was swipin' for TVs and an a Xbox
Robberies got me watchin' (Watchin')
Get caught slippin'? You bet' not (Not)
Told your b*tch just to suck it, got me feelin' like X-Pac (Ha)
They say I'm overrated, I ain't been sober lately (Never)
I get doped on the daily and f*ck them hoes, just come pay me (Right)
I'm in control like Baby, countin' Cash Money, Benjis (Benjis)
Got uptown in a frenzy
Roll up, ounces and Benzes
Ninety percent Crip and I got homies that's Billy
Homies that's mackin', started injects with a package (I did)
f*ck a MTV list, got some Marriotts on deck
Tonight I got like three chicks
Bring that money back to daddy, remix
Cut that coca with that Arm-N-Hammer
sh*t is gettin' real, I bought my mom a hammer
Perk and me won't talk to cameras
I'm off the sour, though
My cousin got a powder flow (Huh)
Next exit gotta get some gas, couple miles to go
Boulders in the trunk so ain't no smokin' (Nah)
Laughin' to the bank but I ain't jokin' (Nah)
Rich n*gga and I'm rollin' (Rollin')
Hammers on the seats so ain't no speedin' (Slow down)
Clip a n*gga quick, just need a reason
Put that work in then we leavin'

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, dough
Guess that's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh

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