Jd Era - Hate Me Later feat Mac Miller lyrics

rate me

Ok you bad mama, you bad so thank who ever made you

Won’t do it for me then do it for the paper

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I say I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

Told me they success is they best revenge

You can roll with us or you can roll with them

But if you rolling with them

You better learn how to swim

Cause I’m pissing in niggas pools and burning down niggas jams

Ok, you on fire, I guess a nigga’s plans can’t work out

I swear the game let a bunch of nerds out

Words out, breaking and splitting twisting the…bout

…just a little nigga that you heart about

they call me …the reason you showed up

See this is how a lil supersize to blow up

Toned up money got grown up, tell him grow nuts

I am fucking these hoes up, get on

… life is a bitch, drop tops in the summer slide out in the 6

Ya nigga up your swag, add a bit of wrist, loose the gang… shit

Ok you bad mama, you bad so thank who ever made you

Won’t do it for me then do it for the paper

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I say I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

Brand new crib, old ass neighbors

Brand new whip with a cd changer

Now my shit of bizness give a fuck about a hater

Smoking on that chronic, exotic, hypnotic flavor

Last name Miller never played for the Pacers

Shit you right is whack, so I’m handing out erasers

Game changer, same motherfucker

Who came around try to take the game to another, level

Independent, is how I get it, fucking with the kid I guarantee you gonn regret it

Snap back only, Jersey, throw back, take a picture put it on his Twitter,

That’s his Kodak .. moment, it ain’t shit till you’re on it

But a motherfucking track Jim roamin

You lookin homeless, and thats certain

all the bitches say WHOOP Chris Birmans

Ok you bad mama, you bad so thank who ever made you

Won’t do it for me then do it for the paper

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I say I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

Alright, alright, pick a time, pick a place and set it up

I guarantee the hoes in the crowd won’t get enough

A young fly nigga I’m trying to live it up

You 40 and still broke you prolly should give it up

Go and get you some, go go and get you some

So many hoes in this club go and get you one

But watch out for that lace front…it’s a black market party baby we do it big

I’m a giant, better yet I’m a monster, did on our own

Fuck a cosign …sponsor

Do what you can I’ll do whatever I want to

So if you take it off, I’ma put this dick on yo

Now baby shake on this, put your weight on this…

Had enough to cook a steak on this

Middle finger to whoever tell I’m hate on this, I shut it down

Ok you bad mama, you bad so thank who ever made you

Won’t do it for me then do it for the paper

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

I say I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later

These hoes never knew I had so much flavor

I’m busy getting it now, hate on me later.

Thanks to Deylen for correcting these lyrics