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(albüm: Forest Fire - 2016)


You ain't got bands, you ain't got key's
You ain't got swag is what they say to me, yeah
Just know I got plans, yeah I got a team
We taking haters out, we bring them to their knees, yeah
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna chill
Hater, hater
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna chill
Hater, you a hater

Tell me wah dem feel like?
Tumping up nuff gyal, just to kill time
My dogs they starving, it's meal time
Twitter fingers, we never see 'em in real life
Informa, young Mister Splinter
You Randals, always running to Finster
We nuh like dem youte, they love to gossip
You start running your mouth, I'm out, top left
If you a hater
I'll see you later, adios!
If you ain't talking paper, I'm gonna need a translator

You ain't got bands, you ain't got key's
You ain't got swag is what they say to me, yeah
Just know I got plans, yeah I got a team
We taking haters out, we bring them to their knees, yeah
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna chill
Hater, hater
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna chill
Hater, hater

I don't deal with girls that be so-so
Shout-out Jay Glavany, he a real woe
He my real woe, that's for real though
Yeah, he got aim and he pointing to the end-zone
We ain't talking much, my G
The shorties flocking, my G
I'm on it, on it, my G
It's SVS, my G
Bring the fire, bring the pain
If they speak against the set, or chat my name
And you know its chess, the games we play
I maneuver swerving, swerving changing lanes baby

You ain't got bands, you ain't got key's
You ain't got swag is what they say to me, yeah
Just know I got plans, yeah I got a team
We taking haters out, we bring them to their knees, yeah
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna chill
Hater, hater
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna chill
Hater, hater

Hater
Hater, hater
Hater
Hater
Hater, hater
Hater

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