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They say I'm trippin, I'm not a hater They say I'm trippin, but I'm not a hater Now it's on and it's on and it's on again Now it's on Fuck Lil G Fuck Lil G I don't wanna listen to none of that bullshit Talkin' bout hoes and all that hood shit He fucken swears he swears he has that good shit Little G you ain't no star Fuck your beats and your lame ass bars You ain't really killin' em, you ain't that hard Fuck your songs they so retarded But you don't really hear me tho Fuck your punk ass videos Ima write you a comment There's something that you really really need to know Cause I hate it, hate it, hate it and I really can't stand it I said I hate it, hate it, hate it and I hope they ban it Ima write you a fucken diss song and tag you in it I'm lookin' at my pen right now and I wish that I could stab you with it And fuck the Sucios tryna talk to my girl on the internet Bitch I told you to block em, what the fuck yo I ain't really having it Please bitch, I'm not hating on his punk ass SongtexteWeak ass raps, just reply fucken dumb ass I'm at the door, four-four Face the floor, making more Money knew you haters up in [?] in the case of drugs on my bike by the liquor store Hating on the homie from the gate wanna test my fate I was on Myspace tryna get a little promotion Tell me where a homie went wrong And I bet you that he's floating in the ocean (yeah) With those Facebook lames And those hating ass tweeters Go and talk your shit about me Then go ask me for a feature Talkin' bout damn Kryptonite sucks How the fuck did he get those songs with Ne-Yo? Never heard a song from him in my life How the fuck is he cool with those thousands of people? I don't know ho, know that your ho goes solo to my show Girl wakes up in the mo-mo, tryna get a photo Bangin' on my door like the motherfucken po-po (yeah) Ima tellem that promo, shoot a little video And just so you know tho Kryptonite and Lil G bust our nuts on her face And she said that her man was a homo (oh) No comments homie Better check yo self before you wreck yourself Tryna band on the motherfucken internet Knowing that you never get out of your house (ha ha) Go take your pictures Go write your comments We're making money You're making nonsense Go take your pictures Go write your comments We're making money You're making nonsense They say I'm trippin, I'm not a hater They say I'm trippin, but I'm not a hater Now it's on and it's on and it's on again Now it's on and it's on and it's on again [x2] Aus Songtexte Mania