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Laaa la la laaaaLa la laaaaHey, this is a song for my haters,Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeahHey, this is a song for my haters,Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeahHaa, bitch I'm about to blow upUh huh, say whatBitch I'm about to blow upHey I came up, I warmed up the next upBitch I'm about to blow upNow don't it sound legendaryLiven up the ressurected dead and buriedThis for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondaryThis for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretaryUh, I'm blowing up and bitch I'm still meBut what's the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me?Everything glittering ain't what you think it will beFunny how money changed and whips make me feel freeI'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the showFuck the haters I'm headed to the place you like to goThey say, "what you fighting for, the game is on life support"And Gary Coleman just passed, life is shortBitch I'm about to blow up, look I'm about to blow upYeah got to the club early just to get a friend,Wait for hoes to show upMan, but now it's bottles at them tables,Bring the models boy I'm about to po' upUh huh, you know what, bitch I'm about to blow upLaaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)Hey, this is a song for my haters(Bitch I'm about to blow up)Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah(Ha, said I'm about to blow up)Hey, this is a song for my haters(Uh huh, look I'm about to blow up)Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeahYeah, bitch I'm about to blow upMomma said I should reconsider law schoolThat means I wear a suit and be a troop and feel awfulHell naw, got a degree but what that cost youYou make a good salary just to pay Sally MayThat's real as everDucking bill collectors like Jehova's witnessWhen they showed up at your door at ChristmasWas broke as dishes tryna let it goHit the club she drop it low, lower than my credit scoreAccount overdraft what I got this debit forSummers dead it got me drinking thinking bitch I better blowI better blow,These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicleYou border like MexicoHey baby girl what it look likeAnd where ya head at, and what ya cook likeShe said where ya bread at, and what your whip likeYou ain't got one or the other than brother good nightBitch I'm about to blow up, look I'm about to blow upYeah got to the club early just to get a friend,Wait for hoes to show upBut now it's bottles at the tables bring the models,Boy I'm about to po' upUh ha, you know whatBitch I'm about to blow upLaaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha)Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey)La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up)Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up)Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah (Uh, said I'm about to blow up)Hey, this is a song for my haters (Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up)Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeahBitch I'm about to blow up!Praise God it's hard to stay spiritualHow they got these niggas on the TV selling miraclesYou mean to tell me everything gon be fineIf I call your hotline and pay 29.99 shitWell damn, why ain't you say soTake this shaking ass multiply all my pesosAnd erase my number out the phone of these fake hoesI saved her number just in case but now it's case closedTo you niggas biting my flows and my subject matterYou'll never be me partner so it don't fucking matterYou try to be and your career will see funeralsAnd be you that's what it sounds, beautifulThen maybe you could blow upAnd maybe you could blow upShit but you know whatFor now bitch I'm about to blow up
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