Privaledge - Buncha Haters lyrics
rate meMy shit, I don’t listen to them other niggas
Old ass rappers acting like some younger niggas
See a little bit of money and she coming with you
You ain’t getting bread, they be acting funny with you
20 on the watch, need 20 on the chain
If she living in the city I bet you she know their name
Privaledge, I’m the main and the name like the rack
Papa bout to grip, I ain’t even get a tax
Victims at the wind with bitches I never met
Same hoes you be howling at, boy they the glit
They the head game vicious rap coming next
Blowing me like a whistle, you went away like a rough wind
Married to the game, rather be the best man
You can head on the machine, hit you back game
Lame nigga getting no neck, fat man
Me, I hit them both and get going
You got a man, you gotta go
I tell a chick this way is blinding and your head gonna go
You getting money, you getting dough
Tell her just this way is blinding and your head gonna go
She’s in the club and they know I’m about to blow
Meet me at the crib, I’mma meet you at the door
Lame swag, get your head down low
Lame swag, get your head down low
I got a buncha haters, got a buncha haters
Got a buncha haters, I got a buncha haters
I got a buncha haters, got a buncha haters
Got a buncha haters, I got a buncha haters
To the left on a track
If she leave I bet you she coming back
She call, I ain’t gotta send a text
She see me on tv, I bet she know how to act, nigga
Me alone, she know how to act, man
Privaledge don’t do too much rap, man
Unless it’s on the track, tell her come and get the deed
But get this, she ain’t never ever met a nigga like me
I’m polo, fresh, but never trendy
106 and park I tell her ain’t nothing free
Use to fuck him now she wanna fuck me
Try to call a nigga daddy, she thinking I’m Puffy
Got a buncha haters, got a buncha haters
He ain’t talking about money, I’m fucking with you later
I gotta eat, my nigga, I gotta tip the waiter
And if a nigga wanna follow me, get the potato
Say you got a man, gotta go
Shorty looking hotter than a flow
Can’t hurt him if you nigga don’t know
Get low, get on the floor
You got a man, you gotta go
I tell a chick this way is blinding and your head gonna go
You getting money, you getting dough
Tell her just this way is blinding and your head gonna go
She’s in the club and they know I’m about to blow
Meet me at the crib, I’mma meet you at the door
Lame swag, put your head down low
Lame swag, put your head down low
I got a buncha haters, got a buncha haters
Got a buncha haters, I got a buncha haters
I got a buncha haters, got a buncha haters
Got a buncha haters, I got a buncha haters
To the left on a track
If she leave I bet you she coming back
She call, I ain’t gotta send a text
She see me on tv, I bet she know how to act, nigga
Take her to the club, used the ticket that your chick got
Never slide and your head don’t go
If you spending in the club, see I hate to play that
Point the mo-hoe, point the mo-hoe
Eminem, but I’m …
You got a man, you gotta go
I tell a chick this way is blinding and your head gonna go
You getting money, you getting dough
Tell her just this way is blinding and your head gonna go
She’s in the club and they know I’m about to blow
Meet me at the crib, I’mma meet you at the door
Lame swag, put your head down low
Lame swag, put your head down low
