NBA YoungBoy - Hi Haters (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - Hi Haters (en) Lyrics
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And now I speak, gotta put
my daughter to sleep
And just like Peak, I named my
son after a G (They know)
Ain't been respondin' to these
niggas, I'm way more rich,
I know they see (They see)
On my wife, I'm spendin' millions,
I put some diamonds
on my wrist (Yeah-yeah)
I done made it out the cage (I
done made it out the cage)
Saw me down, but I'm so up
I don't give one fuck
God, I say, "Thank you"
Hit your artist wit' them Ks (Hit
your artist wit' them Ks)
I don't bother you, you pick on me
Just wait to see, bitch, I'm
gon' spank you (Bah, bah)
Ten mill' in real estatе, to
the rich that's embarrassment,
but I'm big on it
Been on it, I gеt that money
and I sit on it (Sit on it)
Nails got some paint up on 'em, but
play, know I'll kill yo' big homie
I got this Givenchy-branded chain, I'll
fit three times your rent on it
Tell my mama, "Send a hundred, I'ma
send it back" (I'ma send it back)
Throw a brick and hide ya hand,
bitch, you know I'ma get you whacked
(I'ma get you whacked)
Tell Charleston White, "I'm a gangster
who been misled wrong"
I just been leadin' wrong, but
if you ever need me, I'll send
a bag (I'll send a bag)
To all the haters, I say, "Hey"
I made it through another day
I'm blessed, so how can I complain?
It ain't one thing that they can say
I thank You, Lord, that
I'm saved (Saved)
Look, all this money I done made
They won't let me out the cage
Some hitters missed me with them Ks (Some
niggas missed me with them Ks)
Know I put shit up behind
Lil Dave (Yeah)
But, bae, I changed, I was
feelin' played (Yeah)
Should've shot the bitch
up in his face (Yeah)
Wanna say, "Stop violence," but,
it don't add up to my name
Known to bring pain, I bust his brain
Like, "Boy, you disrespect
gang" (You know)
I'ma duck, continue wit' that
ignorant shit 'cause I'm
a wealthy man (Move on)
Try and pray five times a day, name another
Christian do the same (Amen)
And I gotta thank the Lord
for my kids (My kids)
Harper got smart on that big
Nigga tryna cap me, crossed my wig,
behind this boy that we digged
Hope you don't think you comin'
in here puttin' me up,
it won't be it (Uh-uh)
Come test your luck, I wan' see it
Drop the next, turned to a spirit
I'm like, "Mama, these niggas don't want no
problems (Don't want no problems, nah), but
these women wanna sex away my problems"
Free money, might as well give
away to my partners (All
of my brothers, nigga)
They be hatin' and I'm like,
"Oh, it ain't my problem"
(Ma, I got problems)
I made it through another
day (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm blessed, so how can I complain?
(I can't complain)
It ain't one thing that they can say
(It ain't a thing they can say)
I thank You, Lord, that
I'm saved (Ooh, ooh)
Some hitters missed me wit'
them K's (Ah, ah)
Know I put shit up behind
Lil Dave (Yeah, yeah)
But, bae, I changed, I
was feelin' played
I'm workin' hard through all my problems,
hustlin' on my own (Own)
And I be up late when they
sleep, no excuses at all
I'm the man inside my home (My home)
I'm caught up providin' (I'm
caught up providin')
But all my niggas been slidin', woah
(But all my niggas been slidin')
We gotta stay violent
through this shit
Don't like violence, not one bit
Might just come home and call
my mama (Call my mama)
Pain keep me rollin', I stay
strong (I'm strong, yeah)
I'm winnin' on these bitches,
I say, "Amen" (Amen)
My shades, they Balenci',
they ain't Ray-Bans
Dada try hard not to open
a can on these fools
These niggas be fans, run up my bands
on them dudes (I run up my bands)
Bought extra land, and it got
the same view as my house,
way too cool (Too cool)
Gotta keep that stick inside
my pants, like Baboon (Know
I gotta keep that stick)
They know I'm not friendly,
not one bit and I hate all
of you (I'm too rich)
Watch my nails (Yeah)
Tell the boys and girls, I'm Top,
I'm up, go to Hell (Go to Hell)
You ain't hatin' on me, I hope you
conquer and prevail (Prevail)
They want beef, got 'em waitin'
on me, 'cause I know they'll
probably'll call 12 (Brrt)
Can't be lookin' up to niggas don't
even look up to theyself
Don't set yourself up
for to fail (Slime)
To all the people that be talkin'
down on me, nigga, ha
It's all good, all good, I'm ballin'
Ya heard me?
Yeah, you ain't takin' it
away from us now, at all
Everybody livin' good
Shit, if you ain't livin' good,
I know I gave it to you
That's on ya body, ya heard me?
You ain't gotta like me, believe that
I'm kickin' it wit' XO in
here, I'm too XO in here
I'm stayin' groovy on these
hoes, nigga, believe that
It's slime, Top
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