Lil' Ron - Haters Still Mad (Remix) lyrics

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Lil' Ron - Haters Still Mad (Remix) lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, it's Lil' Ron and Lil' Flip (haters still mad) I know, I know Whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, uh [Lil' Flip] You haters still mad, cause you see how we living I'm Lil' Flip, I'm dancing like Ernie Skippins I got a touchdown, when I went platinum I thought you was suppose to be hot, what happened Your sh** came out, but you got the big head While you had the big head, I made big bread I got a big house, I got a big car I got a lot of sh**, I even got a club with a bar What you want some Grey Goose or Belvedere I'm the new rap tight, artist of the year Feel me, listen to my style And when you see blue diamonds, that's my smile I'm a pimp by nature, I'd never hate ya I get a b**h you act up, I can replace ya I went to Asia, and bought a couple of things I bought a couple of watches, I bought a couple of rings Bling bling, that's what I like to do I ain't you, n***a so stay true To the game, and think like me I saw you went to the mall, and bought a mink like me (*talking*) Ha-ha, yeah, yeah We in this motherf**er, haters mad Stop acting like that, but we don't Give a fuuuuck ha ha, Ron wreck this motherf**er (uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh) [Lil' Ron] Got flows to make you say whoa, Lil' Ron be pimping them hoes In the back of the limo, I'm blowing on that hydro In a six deuce Impala, watch all the hoes folla Your chain hollow n***a, you will never see tomorrow Swallow your pride, and rise up to the top n***a You f** with me, then you will get popped n***a Flip in the Testarosa, nine in the holster b**hes running to the car, saying sign the poster Don't approach us, if you ain't might get some money Cause we ain't playing with you b**hes, ain't sh** funny [Lil' Flip] Cause we about our money, we call it moola I know you know me, but I don't know who you are You saying you the man, you wanna do a track I'm saying n***a right now, I need ten stacks And if you playing, I'ma turn my back on ya And if you try to jack, I'll turn my gat on ya It ain't no joke, don't play with my money n***a Cause I'm a street n***a, I ain't a dummy n***a I had money before, they had big faces I was riding, jamming Scarface "Sex Faces" Me and Devin about, to do some tracks And I'm, like Will I'm a man in black I got a gun and a gat, got a tech and a HK A AK, got a partna named Clay-Day I mean Clay-Do, k**as on the payro' And I never drank, on the K-Ro Go to Dego's, for a couple of tats I go to the Ammo Dome, for a couple of gats I got the bullets with the green tips, shooting through ya vest n***a, and watch your a** get flipped I gotta stick to the script, I can't be a laim n***a If he got you f**ed off, why you still hang n***a You say he your friend, but he talk behind your back My advice to you, is walk behind your gat Cause the streets be watching, n***a be plotting Hoes wanna f** you, cause they be bopping n***as be holding, cars be stolen Album is platinum, but first it went golden Now I'm rolling, look at my rims No more cloudy diamonds, look at my gems Now I'm smoking on the best sh** Yeah I'm Lil' Flip, I'm in the S.U.C. click Screwed Up Click, for y'all that don't know You hear about it, for y'all that don't go To my concerts, one girl got one shirt I put my autograph, right on her skirt And she told everybody at her job Lil' Flip, music really goes hard Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing Cause I'm entrepreneuring, n***a wanna boo em But they can't, cause they know I'm a legend They got monitors on they leg, in the house by seven It seems like n***as get dumber and dumber How you trade in a Benz, just to get you a Hummer You went to jail, now you on probation For real, should of went and got a education But your dumb a**, couldn't be patient You wanted to smoke weed, now time you're facing Three years, behind three blunts Three freaks, damn n***a three sweets And that wasn't even endo You went to jail, for some regular weed And you saying, that you better than me You smarter than me, how the f** you harder than me Come on my n***a, how you recording in three Different studios get your own sh**, get your own click n***a why you f**ing with that n***a wife, get your own b**h (*talking*) b*atch (b*atch) ha-ha, haters still mad What can I say, iight, cool