Haters Lyrics

Don't be hatin on me bitch(hatin on me)
You just made me wanna switch(what)
Made me(made me) wanna switch
Beast mode, cunt 
Imma kick yo in yo ass, punt
Haters, they always be my motivators
You'll thank me later
That I put you out this game
Hater
Just cause your "so-called" looks is lame
No hips, no chest 
And look at the rest,
You look exactly Ike  a clown
Look at urself up&down;, all around
What you think u r, now
A bitch?, naaaa

Hun, bitch don't start with me
I can take you to the mofo'kin galaxy
Go, Just leave,
Run away bride,
Can't make up your mind
And you thought you were the best
Rhymin about me 
And what I believe
You finish the rest
Bitch, Probably won't be just as good as me

 I, myself be earnin these stax
Look like someone is wack
Caught up inside a shack
While I rest up inna mansion
Being fed purple grapes in a chair
While being painted on a canvis
Sometimes things are pathetic
You can't even afford a fukkin $50 televisionVanilla Luv - Haters - http://motolyrics.com/vanilla-luv/haters-lyrics.html
You MUST be a broke bitch (broke bitch, what ya think?)
Broke like playstation system
Got princes treatin me like royalty 
I tip them, for services they tip me
With nice things
Diamond Rings
 jingalings
But don't forget bitch
I ain't broke like you is
At least I can get sum gucci shit
While you stuck with faded glory
Basic shit from dolla stores
You a girl offa Maury
This baby is urs, no bitch you the whore
You cheatin on your man so you can get child support (wtf?)
At least I'm reliable,  
The food that you cook in yo house ain't edible
I'm a #1 star chef 
I seen why your husband left 
Your just a stupid theft

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Hook
I help support my man
While your ass is stuck in ur baby daddy's place doin meth
Well I'm about to switch
Back to a lovin wife
I love u baby
A lady, a chef, a female 
 that's number one mothafukin bad ass bitch
Yo
Yo!

First 2 lines cho 3x