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lirik lagu tela - bye! bye! hater!

let’s keep it quiet, i’m gon’ shine, i’m in the body wide
i’m comin down the street, i’m in twenty inch tires
i’m leaned up, i’m screened up
i’m bout to clean up the south, ain’t sh-t happen to young tela
i’ma sit right here, and i’ma get my sh-t clear
i’ma sit right here, and i’ma finish my beer
now i’ma go on and make the block cause i’m just on hard
i’ma go ahead and stop mayne, f-ck the laws
now i’ma go ahead and bounce because them hoes do be trippin
i’ma head to the house and i’ma keep my sh-t pimpin
i’m the realest down south, i’m on a cut-up mission
for some red, bowlegs, no braids, no extensions
i’ma get by this b-tch and i’ma call this b-tch
this nextel drop calls, so i’ma hop on the sprint
they say, “who that n-gg- there? he lookin all in my sh-t
lookin all through my tint like he wanna come and b-tch boi”

[chorus: repeat 2x]
bye bye haters, i gets papers
y’all muh’f-ckers can hate me later
ha hoes, i gets o’s
i comes through the d-mn club so throwed

[tela]
there go two things in life that i don’t wanna see
me not believin in christ; my kids die befo’ me
and i promise you this – if the sh-t is sweet
or if the sh-t gets deep, from the valley to the beat
they say i went pop, and i lost my streets
the only thing that is pop, is me with this heat
and i pop wine bottles and pop fine models
and pop off sparks from the sh-lls that’s hollow
i like nice parties, i got the new bugotti
it’s gutted out white with the candy-apple body
haters can’t see me, cause haters don’t like me
we two different players: i’m gator, you nike
accept that player, can’t help that player
i don’t care if you just sit there player
n-gg- youse a lame you ain’t even in the game
youse a b-tch in the stands, stickin on a man

[chorus]

[tela]
hey yo, understand me i’m at yo’ door with yo’ keys
tearin up yo’ sh-t on the flo’ where she bleeds
i’m diggin through your couch cause i’m lookin for the cheese
n-gg- this the south, there’s some sh-t off in the breeze
i tell a b-tch quick, aiy you’re f-ckin or leave
and i don’t give sh-t, but i gots to receive
i lays it flat like this, i got mouths to feed
i’m the captain of the team, so i’m to the extreme
hmm, so hold it in if you’re feelin calicay
or feel the breeze from the wind from the holes in your escalade
i sho’ hate it, you’re outdated
expirated, deleted, for f-ckin with the greatest
i know you’re feelin calic-cky and swoll (oh)
but don’t get yourself rowdy and cold (oh)
oh young n-gg- gonna call me like
gonna find his -ss, split to f-ck with the pipes
keep playin aight?

[chorus] – 4x

[tela]
uhh, so throwed
uhh, so throwed
bye bye hater. y’know

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