Jd Era - Hate Me Later feat Mac Miller lyrics
rate meOk 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