DJ Drama - I'ma Hata lyrics

Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, f** yo life Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money f** your car, n***a f** yo clique Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo car Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money n***a f** yo life, f** yo clique That n***a muggin' like he on to something Like he wanna touch me like my brother's son Squad! They say I'm reppin' like I'm ‘bout that I tell ‘em come and try n***a if they all back Devil daisy hats, chaimy chi, park that Duggin' like the '96 park back Ain't no 1 on 1's, to feel once we just jump back Heartbeat, a** down, Shorty we k** all racks Brah! All these n***as a** cheap If you aks me, these n***as lab me What we do? Feed ‘em to the ones then Catch me by myself n***a better still dead Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, f** yo life Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money f** your car, n***a f** yo clique Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo car Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money n***a f** yo life, f** yo clique Umm, hey fellow how ya doin'? Well I'm doin' bad and I hope your day's ruined When you're on stage I'm the one that's boo'in Cause I hate your guts, hi hi I be in the p**y slurpin' Why you and life so goddamn perfect? Cause my life s**s and it serves no purpose I'm gonna f** her just to make sh** worth it Yea, bag it. Why the f** do you have it? Why the f** don't I got it and Is any way I could stop it? It's perfect, f** your moms, dads, homies I bet you sleep with f** yo food, the protein And in the f** you eatin' with? Now have your wife beat dick Get pregnant and then make you think that it's yours Now that's the real definition of sneak diss I'm Silky Johnson's left hand Coming like the next trend It s**s cause I'm your best friend n***a Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, f** yo life Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money f** your car, n***a f** yo clique Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo car Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money n***a f** yo life, f** yo clique Time is money, you can die today automat n***as dribble like they forgot how much your body cost I'm in the hood, nobody gone All these chains lookin' like it's f**in' Mardi Gras My top down, seat way back Don't respect the squad " get your face cracked DT young is kinda bad, that's why you stay tat Cal the cleanup crew, no A chance Wait hold on I'm still white, who gon say something? All that fessils like my youngins won't fake something DTBSU, we gon shake somethin' Potato on my belt, watch me break something Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, f** yo life Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money f** your car, n***a f** yo clique Yea I'm a hater, f** yo wrists Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo car Yea I'm a hater, n***a f** yo money n***a f** yo life, f** yo clique