Lil Wayne - Haters Are Haters lyrics

We catch a body and we laugh about it I f**ed her friend, I don't feel bad about it Grindin' is agonizing, but it's gratifying Skinny tires on a salad diet Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like f** everybody Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies Yeah, I f** so long it feel like exercising I test the lyin' before testifying All I got is hitters in my squad I could get you k**ed, all my n***as want the job I could get you k**ed, it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Zero f**s given I make her come to the condo bu*t naked Cause b**h ain't no stealin' She still come visit, she don't wanna leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said I get it I keep some c**aine on me for the b**hes And this AK is not for decoration f**boys give me the heebee-jeebees I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages Hey, if she can s** a dick or snort a Quaalude Then, ooh baby, you got my full attention Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage Open your nose, I put some sugar in it I don't f** around with them f**-arounds I might f** around and catch a body I got some n***as that'll hunt you down And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey Woo, we catch a body and we laugh about it I f** her friend, I don't feel bad about it Money and d**, I'm talkin' math and science Ooh, skinny tires on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body Make sure he dead before we leave, my n***a grab his wallet Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers I told Obama f** with me, you know I got it Slim, you need to f** with me you know I got it I know somebody that know somebody Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin' It's agonizing, but it's gratifying Squad, I could get you k**ed, all my n***as want the job I could get you k**ed, it just take a head nod Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Hold up - you ain't got no hitters in your squad I could get you k**ed, that's my real day job I'm a crime of pa**ion, I'm a f**in' hate crime Spit like I ate bombs - Eminem on 8 mile I'm the motherf**in' man, Scarface, Facemob Pockets lookin' like the Blob, chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherf**in' egg till I see egg nog My bougie b**h ratchet, my ratchet b**h a straight snob Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? 'Cause we gon throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time I got white, I got brown; sell it at the same time That's that James Brown, and that's that James Bond We catch a body and we laugh about it It's catastrophic but we glamorize it It's agonizin' but it's gratifyin' Skinny tires on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body No hesitation, no stall like the bathroom crowded Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me Triple A, astronomic and atomic Tunechi, and it's that Sorry 4 The Wait And I'm so sorry for the wait