Lirik Lagu Bye Bye Haters - Tela
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[Tela]Let's keep it quiet, I'm gon' shine, I'm in the body wideI'm comin down the street, I'm in twenty inch tiresI'm leaned up, I'm screened upI'm bout to clean up the South, ain't shit happen to young TelaI'ma sit right here, and I'ma get my shit clearI'ma sit right here, and I'ma finish my beerNow I'ma go on and make the block cause I'm just on hardI'ma go ahead and stop mayne, fuck the lawsNow I'ma go ahead and bounce because them hoes do be trippinI'ma head to the house and I'ma keep my shit pimpinI'm the realest Down South, I'm on a cut-up missionfor some red, bowlegs, no braids, no extensionsI'ma get by this bitch and I'ma call this bitchThis Nextel drop calls, so I'ma hop on the SprintThey say, "Who that nigga there? He lookin all in my shitLookin all through my tint like he wanna come and bitch boi"
[Chorus: repeat 2X]Bye bye haters, I gets papersY'all muh'fuckers can hate me laterHa hoes, I gets O'sI comes through the damn club so throwed
[Tela]There go two things in life that I don't wanna seeMe not believin in Christ; my kids die befo' meAnd I promise you this - if the shit is sweetor if the shit gets deep, from the valley to the beatThey say I went pop, and I lost my streetsThe only thing that is pop, is me with this heatAnd I pop wine bottles and pop fine modelsand pop off sparks from the shells that's hollowI like nice parties, I got the new BugottiIt's gutted out white with the candy-apple bodyHaters can't see me, cause haters don't like meWe two different players: I'm gator, you NikeAccept that player, can't help that playerI don't care if you just sit there playerNigga youse a lame you ain't even in the gameYouse a bitch in the stands, stickin on a man
[Chorus]
[Tela]Hey yo, understand me I'm at yo' door with yo' keysTearin up yo' shit on the flo' where she bleedsI'm diggin through your couch cause I'm lookin for the cheeseNigga this the South, there's some shit off in the breezeI tell a bitch quick, aiy you're fuckin or leaveAnd I don't give shit, but I gots to receiveI lays it flat like this, I got mouths to feedI'm the captain of the team, so I'm to the extremeHmm, so hold it in if you're feelin calicayor feel the breeze from the wind from the holes in your EscaladeI sho' hate it, you're outdatedExpirated, deleted, for fuckin with the greatestI know you're feelin calicocky and swoll (oh)But don't get yourself rowdy and cold (oh)Oh young nigga gonna call me likeGonna find his ass, split to fuck with the pipesKeep playin aight?
[Chorus] - 4X
[Tela]Uhh, so throwedUhh, so throwedBye bye hater.. y'know?
[Chorus: repeat 2X]Bye bye haters, I gets papersY'all muh'fuckers can hate me laterHa hoes, I gets O'sI comes through the damn club so throwed
[Tela]There go two things in life that I don't wanna seeMe not believin in Christ; my kids die befo' meAnd I promise you this - if the shit is sweetor if the shit gets deep, from the valley to the beatThey say I went pop, and I lost my streetsThe only thing that is pop, is me with this heatAnd I pop wine bottles and pop fine modelsand pop off sparks from the shells that's hollowI like nice parties, I got the new BugottiIt's gutted out white with the candy-apple bodyHaters can't see me, cause haters don't like meWe two different players: I'm gator, you NikeAccept that player, can't help that playerI don't care if you just sit there playerNigga youse a lame you ain't even in the gameYouse a bitch in the stands, stickin on a man
[Chorus]
[Tela]Hey yo, understand me I'm at yo' door with yo' keysTearin up yo' shit on the flo' where she bleedsI'm diggin through your couch cause I'm lookin for the cheeseNigga this the South, there's some shit off in the breezeI tell a bitch quick, aiy you're fuckin or leaveAnd I don't give shit, but I gots to receiveI lays it flat like this, I got mouths to feedI'm the captain of the team, so I'm to the extremeHmm, so hold it in if you're feelin calicayor feel the breeze from the wind from the holes in your EscaladeI sho' hate it, you're outdatedExpirated, deleted, for fuckin with the greatestI know you're feelin calicocky and swoll (oh)But don't get yourself rowdy and cold (oh)Oh young nigga gonna call me likeGonna find his ass, split to fuck with the pipesKeep playin aight?
[Chorus] - 4X
[Tela]Uhh, so throwedUhh, so throwedBye bye hater.. y'know?
