Track details
Released in: 2006
Album: Towards Isolation [MOH 49]
Lyrics
Wha-wha-what you-what you-what you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
Fuck, fuck your criticism
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it
Fuck, fuck your criticism
I don't even know who the fuck you are
Fuck, fuck your criticism [2x]
Fuck, fuck, fuck it...
You wanna hate me then hate me, what can I do?
But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you
[4x]
Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen to riches
Fuck, fuck your criticism [3x]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it
Fuck, fuck your criticism [3x]
Want-want-want me off
Want me off the scene fast
Want me-want me-want me off the scene fast
Want-want-want me off the scene fast
But good things last
You still wanna hate, be my guest!
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
Are you ready?
Hate me [?x]
Do-do-do it now
Hate me, do it now!
Tell-tell-tell-tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin'
I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin'
(know who the fuck I'm dissin' [?x])
hate me, hate me-
Fuck, fuck your criticism
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it
Fuck, fuck your criticism
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?!
Hell yeah!
Do my fellas run this motherfucker?!
Hell yeah!
[3x]
Don't-don't hate me, hate the money I see [3x]
Don't-
Fuck [?x]
Fuck your criticism
Don't-don't hate me, hate the money I see [?x]
Clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin
Bitches honies that swollen to riches
You wanna hate me then hate me, what can I do
But keep gettin money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up
I fucking hate you
I'll take your drawers down and rape you
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody
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