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Whole Lotta Haters - OMB Peezy
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Whole Lotta Haters OMB Peezy

Whole Lotta Haters - OMB Peezy
[Chorus]
Ay, gotta whole lotta haters
Fuck that, this a whole lotta paper
Got a youngin in the bay, that'll kill you for a scraper
My whole team eating, lotta money on the table
My cuz in the pen, got whole lotta razors
Bring ’em to my house this a whole lotta acres
Everybody chase the bitch, I’m unable (yeah)
Ain’t about to chase a bitch, but I’m tired
Bitch think I’m coming home, but I’m out
Said I need to drink alone, but I’m not
Let a nigga try me, he gon’ die
Let a nigga try me, then it’s a headshot
I got a red Glock, call it fire
Lil bitch head proper, she a bedrocker
And a head doctor ain’t gon’ lie

[Verse 1]
Heard a lil nigga talkin’ to the feds, he gon’ need every doctor in the city
Seen my young nigga bust a nigga brain
While I’m at wape sippin’ on some henny
Bitch, I was broke, going thru some thangs
Locked up in them chains, nobody would send me
A penny, a nigga got a lil fame, they screaming my name
And askin’ to take pictures with me
My momma keep askin’ what I’m getting into
Almost got caught with a pistol at school
Riding with something that’s bigger than you
You ain’t listening to me, what you listening to
Every night, I gotta pray that I make it
They pray that I don’t why the fuck they won’t take me
Whenever I go, you will never replace me
Put holes in a fuck nigga mask like jason
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