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St. Droper - Hater Like U (Droper Mix) Lyrics




I had to throw the deuces at my college
Man they kicked me out cuz I ain't had the dollars
Now I'm running up a check
And n****s still ain't get a check from me
F**k you n****s and that 50 thousand
Went from f***ing b*tches in the dorms
To f***ing b*tches in they homes
To Airbnb all on the couches
And n***a I'm still in the hood
Making all of it look good
Sleeping next door to roaches and the mouses
My sh*t bang tho
And n***a you must be insane
If you thinking I ain't plotting on that payroll
I got say so
And I'm looking like a king
Disagree well damn there ya head go
Don't f*ck around boy and get executed for treason
I got a real itch I be begging for a reason
I'm coming up quick
And it's looking like my season
Finna blossom to a Droper fly trap and get to eating
F*ck ya subtweeting
Your assassination gon be leaking
Like ya gums bleeding
Poke you in the molar with the heater
I be E.Ting
Finger b*tches then I get to leaving
Won't catch me sleeping
Stay so sharp forget to keep on breathing
I'm a force that nature hasn't known
Cripple sh*t just with my bars alone
When I'm on the TV don't you call my phone
I'll be too busy getting the dome b*tch

I used to be a hater like you
I used to be a hater like you
The difference is ya boy got the juice
So I stay up on my p's and on my q's
Stomping cuz I motherf***ing run sh*t
Can't get caught up messing with no dumb b*tch
I need a castle when a n*gga dumb rich
With some fruity pebbles just so I can function
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I had to throw the deuces at my college
Man they kicked me out cuz I ain't had the dollars
Now I'm running up a check
And n****s still ain't get a check from me
F**k you n****s and that 50 thousand
Went from f***ing b*tches in the dorms
To f***ing b*tches in they homes
To Airbnb all on the couches
And n***a I'm still in the hood
Making all of it look good
Sleeping next door to roaches and the mouses
My sh*t bang tho
And n***a you must be insane
If you thinking I ain't plotting on that payroll
I got say so
And I'm looking like a king
Disagree well damn there ya head go
Don't f*ck around boy and get executed for treason
I got a real itch I be begging for a reason
I'm coming up quick
And it's looking like my season
Finna blossom to a Droper fly trap and get to eating
F*ck ya subtweeting
Your assassination gon be leaking
Like ya gums bleeding
Poke you in the molar with the heater
I be E.Ting
Finger b*tches then I get to leaving
Won't catch me sleeping
Stay so sharp forget to keep on breathing
I'm a force that nature hasn't known
Cripple sh*t just with my bars alone
When I'm on the TV don't you call my phone
I'll be too busy getting the dome b*tch

I used to be a hater like you
I used to be a hater like you
The difference is ya boy got the juice
So I stay up on my p's and on my q's
Stomping cuz I motherf***ing run sh*t
Can't get caught up messing with no dumb b*tch
I need a castle when a n*gga dumb rich
With some fruity pebbles just so I can function
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Writer: Chris Ju, Xavier Charles
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