Ice Cube - Ain't Got No Haters (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Ice Cube - Ain't Got No Haters (en) Lyrics
Sorry, y'all, I ain't got
no haters
All I got is mother fuckin'
players
We get money in mother
fuckin' layers
All I got is maids
and waiters
All I got is suits
and gators
Y'all niggas lost and I'm
las vegas
Everybody love black ass
darth vader
You and your women love
to see me comin'
Come through bumpin',
little kids runnin'
Chasin' me down like the
ice cream truck
These police, they never
light me up
I'm that nigga, baby,
hype me up
Fuckin' up at work, they
never write me up
They always hold me down
and raise me up
And all these women
wanna glaze me up
Never turnt down,
I'm turnt up
You heard me, bitch, I
said, "I'm turnt up"
Always on ten,
always too loud
Always too hard for this
boujee ass crowd
Even these haters,
they love my style
So, I don't know what
you talkin' about
All I got is mother
fuckin' players
Your situation is ugly,
not mine,
Nothin' but love for me
You on the grind tryna
turn a dub to a g
And I'm flyin' 'round the world
doin' shows overseas
I'm chillin' with
some females
I don't shop for bargains,
fuck a pre-sale
Too much game tryna
sell some
You know you can't
hate on a real one
Too $hort, I ain't no
nice dude
I'm like ice cube, run up
in your white food
O.g., Enjoyin' my life
Still gettin' money when
I'm on the mic
Thirty years later still
spittin' flows
Gettin' paid to call
these bitches hoes
I get love wherever I go
And I'm always tryna
get some more
Bitch
Jackpot, think I'm in the crack
spot? You a crackpot
I'm a slip knot and
I'ma get hot
And I'ma stay hot so take a
backseat, nigga, maybach
Boy, do what I say,
nigga, robot
You kinda hit and miss,
I'm the sure shot
Never sold out,
niggas balled out
You also 'bout to fall out
when I go all out
Michael ball out but never
touch no balls
I ain't a athlete, I
can't take no loss
All I know is champagne
in my eyes
All this hate is what
I don't recognize
All I know is that l-o-v-e
They beg me to drink
a forty of o-e
Low key, bump like a oldie
Niggas treat me
better than kobe
Sorry, y'all, I ain't
got no haters
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