Tony Yayo - Haters Lyrics (Ft. 50 Cent, Shawty Lo, Kidd Kidd & Roscoe Dash)

Check out the official music video for Tony Yayo's new single "Haters" Featuring 50 Cent, Kidd Kidd, Roscoe Dash & Shawty Lo

Tony Yayo - Haters Lyrics (Ft. 50 Cent, Shawty Lo & Kidd Kidd):

[Intro: Sample courtesy of “Dey Know” by Shawty Lo (Tony Yayo)]
Big up! To all my haters! (UH!) All my haters! (Yeah!) All my haters!

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo (Sample courtesy of “Dey Know” by Shawty Lo)]
Fuck state greens! I’m tryin to cake bitch!
Quart a key, I ball a key, Blake Griff
Jet-ski, black sand, bad bitch
My passport need pieces for the next trip
Fall asleep you got the cars that your ass dream of
Kush loud packed, bet ya bitch blow some steam off
I keep the ruger under the rugby
These hoes hear the rumors and they love me, love me
Fast cars, loose women the high life
We bust bottles, smoke weed, all night
Hermes cost as much as the gators so… (Big up! To all my haters!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Roscoe Dash)]
All we do is stunt and get the paper pa-paper (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us ha-hate us (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Can’t take it when they see the money makers, we make a… (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Whole lotta money (MONEY!) Wh-Wh-Whole lotta money (GO!)
All we do is stunt and get the paper pa-paper (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us ha-hate us (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Can’t take it when they see the money makers, we make a… (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Whole lotta money (MONEY!) Wh-Wh-Whole lotta money (GO!)

[Verse 2: Shawty Lo]
Shawty Lo, I hear you haters, all the small talk a little later
Yeah Dey Know, me and Yayo, in the N.Y. plenty yayo
Bitch better have my money
Order came in I say they half of diamonds
Got them bitch niggas like New Jack City
Count remind me money name Magic City
Bitch I’m Shawty! Ball hog Shawty!
Westside’s own one Bankhead Shawty!
Bitch I’m with it, bought a whole ticket!
And I got the whole G-G-G-G-G-Unit with me! 50!

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Roscoe Dash)]
All we do is stunt and get the paper pa-paper (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us ha-hate us (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Can’t take it when they see the money makers, we make a… (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Whole lotta money (MONEY!) Wh-Wh-Whole lotta money (GO!)
All we do is stunt and get the paper pa-paper (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us ha-hate us (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Can’t take it when they see the money makers, we make a… (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Whole lotta money (MONEY!) Wh-Wh-Whole lotta money (GO!)

[Verse 3: Roscoe Dash (Sample courtesy of “Dey Know” by Shawty Lo)]
Attracted to the money like bees on honey (YEAH!)
My swag on dummy (YEAH!) Cash on runnin (YA DIG!)
And, I’m way more than what you ask for honey (I KNOW!)
In fact It’s on collect plate from the last four sundays (GO!)
I’m ill, hold the pills, my skills, Soul IV Real (YA DIG!)
Now watch this Candy Rain fall I’m her grill no hands for real (WHAT!)
I’m on a whole ‘nother plateau, Lean Back Fat Joe (GO!)
I ain’t got time to be concerned with you assholes (NO!)
The status outrageous (YA DIG!) I’m only y’all hatin (I KNOW!)
I’m so far ahead (DAMN!) I’m sittin down waitin (HA!)
I feel your frustration for my very last statement um…
(Big up! To all my haters!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Roscoe Dash)]
All we do is stunt and get the paper pa-paper (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us ha-hate us (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Can’t take it when they see the money makers, we make a… (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Whole lotta money (MONEY!) Wh-Wh-Whole lotta money (GO!)
All we do is stunt and get the paper pa-paper (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us ha-hate us (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Can’t take it when they see the money makers, we make a… (WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)
Whole lotta money (MONEY!) Wh-Wh-Whole lotta money (GO!)

[Outro: Sample courtesy of “Dey Know” by Shawty Lo]
Big up! To all my haters! All My Haters! All My Haters!
Big up! To all my haters! All My Haters! Big up! To all my haters!

Lil Wayne - My Birthday Ft. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine Lyrics

Lil Wayne - My Birthday Ft. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine Lyrics:

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it’s on
Basically..
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
“Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!”
Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead..
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit’s so tight you can get strangled
It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes”
I’m taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat p-ssy and you suck dick

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same
No homo, that’s how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane
My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain
Ain’t no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun ?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo
It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(give me shit)
My niggas Streets say “Kill them all!”
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I’m just eating nigga, I’m getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I’mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It’s Mack Maine, ain’t shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like “bitch, what?”
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices
Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I’m ?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don’t make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking
I’m with every video vixen that you liking
I’m the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
Im trying to be modest, nigga, I’m honest
Young Money, Young f-cking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH

Lil Wayne - She Bad ft Mack Maine & Kidd Kidd Lyrics

Lil Wayne - She Bad ft Mack Maine & Kidd Kidd Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne]
Met shawty up in Urban Outfitters
She killin’ these hoes now I’m murking out with her
Shit, I’m just tryna work it out with her
Got a gym at the crib now I’m working out with her
She heard about me, she heard of my niggas
She heard about you and she heard we out did ya
Yeah, you know what I’m talking bout nigga
If p-ssy is a house I’m a house nigga
She bad

[Kidd Kidd]
Yeah K-I double D
Got the baddest bitch like Trina with me
Yeah, my shawty bad, got them other hoes mad
She tell em get glad handle zip lock bags
Bad girl I’mma leather whip your ass
Have a seat in my detention class
Slam like Michael, jam like Michael
Man, shawty bad like Michael

[Mack Maine]
Met at the mall, walked in the store
Told her, hi, buy it all
Your boyfriend creep but baby I crawl
You got some pretty feet (well maybe I’ll call)
Hello, how you doing, she said she doing fine
Where ya baby daddy, she said he doing time
I said “thats cool”, she said “thats not”
She said “I’m cold”, I said “thats hot”

Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)

Cause she bad (yeah)

[Lill Wayne]
Cause she bad to to marrow
Gone til tomorrow
I get to the point keep ya eye on the arrow
Ya boyfriend is zero, I Rob his Deniro
I ride rims wide and my tyres very narrow
My, I’m so fly like an eagle
Ask yo bitch, she reply like an echo
Yeaaah, and I’mma have to rehab
If I keep f-cking with baby girl
Cause she bad
Cause she bad (repeated)

[Kidd Kidd]
I told ya she the baddest
Look at her ass standing out it’s outstanding
And she nasty to say she married him
Mother aint Marge but she sucking like Maggie
And I’m hood, I want you on top of the hood
You one bad ass lumberjack handling that wood
You too bad, tell me whats good
Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good

[Lil Wayne]
Because she’s too bad
She too bad
And she probably got a nigga in love with her
That’s too bad, I don’t care
Cause she bad, cause she bad
Cause she bad, cause she bad
cause she bad, cause she bad

[Mack Maine]
For President electioning, represent
Shawty can’t be heaven sent
Cause she bad, but we had a good time at ?
Now she sad cause I’m gone getting back to the cash
But its back, she’s bad, cause she bad like we bad
Now she glad cause we back and you mad cause she glad
Like yeeeah
I’ma have to rehab
If I keep f-cking with baby girl
Like yeah and I’ma have to rehab
If I keep f-cking with baby girl
Like yeah and I’ma have to rehab
If I keep f-cking with baby girl

[Hook]

Kidd Kidd – All On Me ft Lil Wayne Lyrics

Kidd Kidd – All On Me ft Lil Wayne Lyrics:

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[Kidd Kidd]

It’s all on me, I do my dirt on my lonely

see most n-ggas fake and phoney

how my child gon eat

me and my dog riding on me

my momma kick me out

where I’m s’posed to sleep?

everything on me, since you want to put the blame on me

f-cking shame on me

let it rain on me, thats on me

you’re homo’s, you’re not my homie

first you was dickriding, now you riding on me

it’s an A and B thing, C a way out of scene

now all eyes on me

Weezy sat me like this how it’s gon be

we gon lock it down, slowly but surely

and you can count on me

see they waiting for the day that I sleep

see thats the day I’ma seep

don’t hold your nuts on me

being p-ssy is something I aint gon be

I’m ?

take it or leave it, or let me take and leave

it’s still all on you, like volume 2 BG

see me DT in a GT

downtown on some G nights in a fresh white tee

see I’m a gangsta, you a wanksta

I’ma ridah, you just riding with her

I aint a black belt, I pack kick, like kung fu

under the Gucc’ black belt

see I know what I’m bout

muthaf-ck what your bout

you know what I’m capable of, love, n-gga

run up in your house, gun up in your mouth like south n-gga

I’ma shooter, shooter

I ride with the rider gang

I got mine, don’t make me catch you at the stop sign

I used to chop dime, cock iron, pop nine, shots fired, cops flying

my branch, out done

can’t stop the shine, stop trying

you in the air, up there, better stop flying

can’t stop lying than better you stop lining

from the goons, gonna stop the allowance

my whole alliance, suck around the ring,

steering wheel align me

contract over ya head, yeah I signed it

and my little n-ggas ticking the assignments

see these b-tches never shut they mouth

these snitches never shut they mouth

my n-ggas and they not in jail and they need they bail

who’s gon get em out

aint no telling when they getting out

me I’ve been off the porch

let off the leash, who the f-ck gon let him out

start running, nut coming

mom I’m thugging, as long as you love me

I knew I was gon be something because we came from nothing

I’m still a from the block, now they look around waiting to see me

coming up the block cause I’m coming with enough bases to supply my whole block

think I drew breeze the way I’m giving Dome shots

yeah and I can’t stop and I wont stop

unless I wont stop, I want the paper

like I’m wanted by the cops

the generals salute me at the top and I aint recruiting new n-ggas

cause all you rappers lie

like Fifty said man, get rich or die trying

so you could get rich but it aint stop you from dying

cause n-ggas still a snitch so aint stop you from lying

my trigger finger itching aint no stopping me from firing

Like slim and mack in the barber, Slim got killed and Mack behind bars

guess you find out who they really are when you really need em

b-tch wanna give me mouth to mouth just to keep me breathing

now they wanna run they mouth when they see me

run up to me, or run they mouth over who’s seen me

say they was like janitors they wont see sh-t

I told em I was gon blow, you should’ve f-cked with me then

huh? damn…

shit real like that, yah know what i’m saying

[Lil Wayne]

F-ck, my guitar coming

okay now Diesel start drumming

and your toilet aint clena enough for my sh-t

no hide go seek bitch I’m it

yeah, and now’s the time

and now my money old like wise LeBron

but it’s Young money and nows the time

so check your watch like Nike wrist wear

this year, and every year

young mula in your muthaf-cking area

f-ck a future mama, you are Miss Tonight

and I’m Mr Right, don’t forget left

Young F, yeah that what they call me

I’m like p-ssy in the night, the evening and the morning

yeah I’m ready to drill her in the clutch

I go downtown like Reggie Miller

now stop and pop Reggie, I’m too fast

and I don’t f-ck with you turtles now Rock Steady

and be poppin’ I don’t even claim to born

I’ma d-boy, I d-block, I destroy any block

from a treetop, pop pop, pop pop

put you bitches in a box that make Laila Ali stop

Tunechi!