Bye Bye Haters lyrics

Artist  : Tela 
Song : Bye Bye Haters



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 [Tela]
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**k 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 bit*h and I'ma call this bit*h
This Nextel drop calls, so I'ma hop on the Sprint
They say, 'Who that nigga there? He lookin all in
my shit
Lookin all through my tint like he wanna come and
bit*h boi'

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bye bye haters, I gets papers
Y'all muh'f**kers can hate me later
Ha hoes, I gets O's
I comes through the damn 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 shells 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
Nigga youse a lame you ain't even in the game
Youse a bit*h 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
Nigga this the South, there's some sh*t off in
the breeze
I tell a bit*h quick, aiy you're f**kin or leave
And I don't give shit, 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I sho' hate it, you're outdated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**kin with the greatest
I know you're feelin calicocky and swoll (oh)
But don't get yourself rowdy and cold (oh)
Oh young nigga gonna call me like
Gonna find his ass, split to f**k with the pipes
Keep playin aight?

[Chorus] - 4X

[Tela]
Uhh, so throwed
Uhh, so throwed
Bye bye hater.. y'know?