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vanny goodfella - if u got a hater(brick city remix) كلمات أغنية

intro
(yeah… yo, check the mic, one two… this for every real one who ever had a snake in the grass. listen.)

verse 1
you can tell by my lyrics i’ve been playing too much call of duty & grand theft auto (vruuum!)
tired of playing games, i’m trying to get a bag so i can buy a couple brand new autos (skrrt, skrrt!)
ready to rise, ready to take off on all of my doubters (boom!)
i wish we could be brothers and break bread, but you just want to hate instead (forget that!)
time to let the hawks out, time to leave all of y’all shocked (hehehe)
prepare for this new desert storm that you won’t see coming (it’s over!)
you won’t see me setting up a sniper nest, ‘cause the shots will be concealed before the drumming (bang!)

chorus
if you got a hater, charlie kirk that fool (woo!)
don’t be afraid to pull the move (bow!)
most likely you gon’ enjoy checking that dude (it’s a wave, baby!)
go home, sip a little, pour some out for that jealous soul (toast!)
live stress‑free with no worries, ‘cause you cut off that hater’s energy (freeze!)
verse 2
drill that focus on top of the hill, like a scene from a movie (yeah)
turn into the riddler and make that hater cry me a river (punk)
make them scramble, mumble & ramble before you introduce them to caution fountains (splash!)
jealous ones envy, really give them something to vlog about (worldstar!)
grown folks hating on the next man is a weak trait (real talk)
stalking another gram instead of going on the block to serve grams is kind of ham (soft)
pork‑fried eating haters are one of the same kind (uh!)
people need to stop hating on others & get on their own grind (get money)
fake ones are mad because real hip‑hop is back, setting all you crooked ones straight, no cap just facts (this that vibe!)
i’m like your father, i was in your mother’s living room vibing to my favorite r&b song (uh‑huh!)
you opened up the door and turned the light back on (and you just stood there, cryin’ little one!)

verse 3
my day‑one homie tried to set me up, i should cut him off (d_mn…)
i really got love for him, ‘cause i knew him since i was a shorty, but death before dishonor got me really wanting to move on (what could i do?)
he broke the g code, told another man i was going to smash his old lady (snitch!)
these hating ones go away and always come back home acting real shady (fake love)
i would have never did that to you when i was in the same shoes, ‘cause i held it down for you (always)
a cool one that was one hundred since grade school asked me was you messing with his wife? i said no, but deep inside i wanted to keep it real and tell him the truth… but i didn’t break the g code like you did (i kept it player.)

outro
yeah… that’s how it’s gotta be sometimes
g code is all we got in these streets
charlie kirk that fool… then pop that bottle
it’s dj vanny goodfella the hustler, the throwback king… peace out
…silence…

- vanny goodfella

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