SLAINE - Hatin Me lyrics

rate me

Oh my sneaker game is right

I just shaved tonight

My cologne is smelling good

So what's up mama? You want a drink or what?

You wanna come and party with me?

My name is Slaine

You know you love my style don't you really?

You haters act like you really got a chrome to kill me

But your gangster suspect, your palms are silly

I'm from Boston, New York and rolling a Philly

And I party like I'm rich till I'm broke in the morn

With my own CDs coke's broken up on

Went to bed at noon time and I woke up at dawn

So my lifestyle's what people are focusing on

Cause I party like a rock star, spit it like a rap star

Grab your dick and hock a loogie, get inside a black car

Quick, these bitches are on my dick

Eenie-meeny-miney-mo, which one will I pick?

Got so many sick flows, which one will I spit?

I have to get go so bad that I go with the get

Bitch I'm no backpacker, I'm a soldier with clips

And I told you motherfuckers that my shoulders are chipped

So all the people in the party in the place to be

With your eyes wide shut, I'm a make you see

There's a very good reason why you're hatin' me

Yeah I love this shit when you're hatin' me

So all the people in the party in the place to be

With your eyes wide shut, I'm a make you see

There's a very good reason why you're hatin' me

You know I love this shit when you're hatin' me

So you can love it or hate it, hate it or love it

I was stuck under the dirt but I made it above it

My stomach was hungry as fuck so I raided the cupboard

With the Devil in my eyes, go ahead and pray to the mother

The Virgin Mary, I'm emerging scary

And every curse word I ever blurred you're hearing

And fuck everything with a skirt and earrings

Before I zip my zipper up and hurt your feelings

Everybody say that I'm just a liar

But their hands getting burnt when they touch the fire

I'm the dope man, words justifier

Still I'm getting stuck in the muck and mire

Your soul gets sold till the bucks can buy ya

But you can always find another slut to lie to

Cause when you got it like this they just rewind ya

And A&Rs never got the nuts to sign ya

Sorta hate me maybe cause my tapes are crazy

I grew up around the dope so the H don't phase me

Fuck a bitch with a rubber, I don't make no babies

I don't accept

With cheques, rich bitch next for sick sex

Drink six packs of Becks until my bib's wet

I never talk shit that I ain't lived yet

Son or say that I done what I ain't did yet

Was or you wasn't, what you bugging when you guzzle gin

It doesn't matter what kind of drugs that you smuggling

If you been there you know the game

And the porn stars all done blow with Slaine

I am like the rap star, this is what I grew to be

Bitches wanna fuck me, rappers wanna shoot at me

You's love how I master words so beautifully

I know what I am, it ain't nothing new to me