Young Buck - To All My Haters [club1825883] | Текст песни

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• To All My Haters [club1825883]

It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause I made it
And I'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how I'm living my life
Look at me now Look at me now

Started here with no game and no art in me
There was no father here, cocaine it's all is here
The young buck is saving up,hustling all this shit
So they can fuck the club up and park anywhere
I lost houses, cars now I'm right back on
You packing 70 G ,I need this white pack on
I can't gloom jogs,niggas did me wrong
But then you try to hide it all when your kids is home
I'm not trying to buy it all I'm just trying to get on
I try to get my hands off I got too much to sit on
And if you know I know a better way
Still I refuse to do the thing seen 3 letters say
See I can easily go to Hell or go to jail today
You say you wanna go to Heaven but you never pray
They say I had a junk shop now I'm selling ye
But shawty wanna ride in my drop seven train,ok
So fuck a hater nigga

It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause I made it
And I'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how I'm living my life
Look at me now Look at me now

All the peace and bullshit
I'll be on that can't hold me by hand
Cuffing me to a contract neither with no ready or
playing With this federal case I'm still ahead in your race
Now what you call that, Woo too bail
in it ,with a bail in it
Can I get a bail in it 'cause it got that smell in it
Rolled me , got money 'till my hands swelling
You can teach the son how to walk but can't stand for
him All my haters I'll be praying for 'em
I'm too high in the sky and I won't land for 'em
And bankruptcy with a bank roll,what
You think I'm broke nigga,I'm thinking no holmes
I'm on my own what I need a bank for,Yeah
You watch your mind shawty what I need to thank for
Besides who are you to tell me where I can't go
And when you thank at my funeral,take a little bow
You know the saint ain't gonna hate, but the real no

It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause I made it
And I'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how I'm living my life
Look at me now
Look at me now

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