T-MAC

T-MAC - Haters Can't Stand Me lyrics

[T-Mac: talking]

Shit, brah Bucks, these niggas' can't stand to see a nigga' like me

They hatin' and shit brah, I'm sayin' why is they hatin'?

Cause I'm fuckin' they broads, I'm drivin' my cars

My house keys gold, What the fuck they hatin' for?

My record company worth six figures about to be seven figures

Man they can't stand this shit,

I'mma keep on fuckin' they broads nigga'

Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

[T-Mac]

Y'all know me gator boot down from Chucktown

I represent the south, I'm the coldest nigga' in this town

Hoe's this way, hoes that way shit

Cars and broads nigga' that's the only way I play

Bezels nigga' with the 20 karat begets

I'm mobbin' round' town with my fuckin' wet sex

Ice on shine nigga' keep your eye's blind

Ask anybody I be like this at all time

[MegaBucks]

You better reach for your heater

Put up your dick-beaters

Mega-Man wettin' niggas' like a Pepsi 3-liter

Geech(ie) boys got dem' niggas' in the club gettin' wild

Niggas' drinkin' Dom P. like its going out of style

Hoes steady clockin', cause' a nigga' on shine

Playa-hatas congregatin' tryin' to take whats mine

I stay strap with dem' thangs, in case a nigga' wanna trip

I got 44 ways to put a stop to that shit

Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

[T-Mac]

60 g's on my Lexus truck 470

Candy paint, twenty inch, a nigga' rollin' heavy

Woodgrain, TV's,[?????????????]

Sunday at the Battery I'm comin' through

Megabucks layin' in the that Rover

Got pulled over

I think you betta' let em' go brah

[MegaBucks]

Even dem' cops know me and T dem' Carolina dogs

Gotta clique of major niggas' 263 be the bomb

If you ain't holdin' 50 g's why you talkin' bout' cheese

I open the door to my home with gold and platinum house keys

When it's cold outside I put the Misses on the street

If it ain't a hundred percent it ain't touchin' my feet

I love my sex wet stack chips like duplex

Ice keep my wrist cold

Bought a sweater for my Lex

Bitches I ain't hatin', ain't no breakin' my bond

If I make a million my whole clique gon' make a million

If you can get with that, you betta stack up your chips

If you can't shut the fuck up and let us ballas do this

[T-Mac talking]

Shit nigga' that's how we ride in the Charlyo...

Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

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