VANILLA LUV lyrics : "Haters"
You just made me wanna switch(what)
Made me(made me) wanna switch
Beast mode, cunt
Imma kick yo in yo $$#, punt
Haters, they always be my motivators
You'll thank me later
That I put you out this game
Hater
Just cause your "so-called" looks is lame
No hips, no chest
And look at the rest,
You look exactly Ike a clown
Look at urself up&down, all around
What you think u r, now
A (*##$?, naaaa
Hun, (*##$ don't start with me
I can take you to the $$^^*&'kin galaxy
Go, Just leave,
Run away bride,
Can't make up your mind
And you thought you were the best
Rhymin about me
And what I believe
You finish the rest
(*##$, Probably won't be just as good as me
I, myself be earnin these stax
Look like someone is wack
Caught up inside a shack
While I rest up inna mansion
Being fed purple grapes in a chair
While being painted on a canvis
Sometimes things are pathetic
You can't even afford a !@*@kin $50 television
You MUST be a broke (*##$ (broke (*##$, what ya think?)
Broke like playstation system
Got princes treatin me like royalty
I tip them, for services they tip me
With nice things
Diamond Rings
jingalings
But don't forget (*##$
I ain't broke like you is
At least I can get sum gucci %#@!
While you stuck with faded glory
Basic %#@! from dolla stores
You a girl offa Maury
This baby is urs, no (*##$ you the !@^%
You cheatin on your man so you can get child support (wtf?)
At least I'm reliable,
The food that you cook in yo house ain't edible
I'm a #1 star chef
I seen why your husband left
Your just a stupid theft
Cho 2x
Hook
I help support my man
While your $$# is stuck in ur baby daddy's place doin meth
Well I'm about to switch
Back to a lovin wife
I love u baby
A lady, a chef, a female
that's number one motha!@*@in bad $$# (*##$
Yo
Yo!
First 2 lines cho 3x
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