Lil' Ron - Haters Still Mad lyrics

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Lil' Ron - Haters Still Mad lyrics

(talking) Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad Sing the hook Big T (Hook: Big T) Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad [Lil' Flip] You might see me in the Benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2 I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw But I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo', take this Screw sh** coast to coast I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C X-P eighty rolling My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause n***a that's all I know Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy I sold a hundred thousand, now I see why n***as can't stand me (Hook) Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad [Lil' Flip] All these cars I got to flip one, all these bricks I got to whip one All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh Chain and charm with two my ice, project corner with too much weight Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make you chill Peanut bu*ter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill [Lil' Ron] Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a saw-mill Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to k** How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up Lil' Ron make you hold up, while I take a trip with Lil' Flip Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your a** run off a cliff Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad I'm a Rosewood thug that, keep my pants sagging (Hook) Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Swisha House acting bad Why y'all hating the way y'all do Why y'all haters still mad I said I don't know why baby Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad