Go'on Hate Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa
Ay, you know that work moving
So that paper steady stacking
And **** out here hating
I done made it 'cause I'm rapping
My chain is solid gold
But I save later for that platinum
And threw them them yellow diamonds on that P
And got it tatted
A lot of y'all just talk, I let 'em see I make it happen
Moving rhymes like weight
Some mistake and think I'm trappin'
That heat I gotta pack it 'cause they wait for me to slip
Let a hater go'on and trip, 32 off in that clip
I'm ridin' big shit, and I'm smokin' even bigger
Your baby mama say she wanna fuck a young ****
I took it from an eighth and made it to a half
Now I'm working with a whole one, language do the math
And it ain't about your man, no
If it don't involve them presidents
Them dead white folk, all that other shit's irrelevant
Never said I'm first to put the Burgh up on the map
I'm more like Mike Tomlin, here to bring the Burgh back
Khalifa, man
Now everywhere I go, at a club or a show
A broke **** got something to say
(The fuck you talkin' bout)
'Bout what I ain't done or where I ain't from
But everybody know a hater go'on hate
You know me, I'm the P-R-I-N-C-E O-F T-H-E C-I-T-Y
I'm W-I-Z K-H-A-L-I-F-A, pussy **** go'on hate
Yeah, y'all bitch ass **** go 'head
And get your motherfucking hate on
I got something for you right here, ****
Pussy **** go'on hate
**** will never get to where the fuck I'm at
So you might asa well keep on hatin', ****
Pussy **** go'on hate
I be riding while I'm coasting, I be drinking, I be smoking
I be rolling up them blunts
That have you choking, yeah we call it that ray
I'm a hustler, I be stacking, I'm a hundred, y'all be acting
In the Burgh I get it smacking, yeah I own it all day
And them hating **** funny
Don't got no reason not to like me except I got some money
I turn a classy chick into a certified bussy
Not even the baddest bitch couldn't get a dime from me
They see me and try and hug me
These haters try and plug me
I got a hundred real **** ready to fire for me
You waiting 'round for me
Well I think I'll get it started
It's number 2 you act stupid, my team'll get retarded
Yeah
Now everywhere I go, at a club or a show
A broke **** got something to say
(The fuck you talkin' bout)
'Bout what I ain't done or where I ain't from
But everybody know a hater go'on hate
You know me, I'm the P-R-I-N-C-E O-F T-H-E C-I-T-Y
I'm W-I-Z K-H-A-L-I-F-A, pussy **** go'on hate
Uh-huh, **** go ahead and do what the fuck you do
You know what I'ma do, man, shine on y'all boys
Pussy **** go'on hate
Mr 401, ah, nah
Y'all mufuckers better fix your face up
Pussy **** go'on hate
Matter of fact go'on and hate, you bitch ass ****
Ah, it's number 2
So, er, we gonna do this like we ain't never did before, man
It's that young boy Wiz, Prince of the City, man
Two up, y'know?
Pussy ass ****, go'on hate, man
Go on cut yourself all night on that you know what I mean
The big picture
Fuck ass ****
You ain't doing me no harm
And since uh, 2 um
We gon' do somethin' you **** never seen before
So yeah, it's Young Wiz, 412 in this motherfuck
You smell? Go'on hate
