Ima Hata song by DJ Drama from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hardcore Rap, Trap, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Ima Hata Meaning
| [[Intro: DJ Drama & Waka Flocka Flame] 808 Mafia Middle fingers up Flocka [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your life Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] That nigga muggin’ like he hard or somethin’ Like he want his ex be like my broad or somethin’, squad They say I’m rappin’ like I’m ’bout that I told ’em come and try nigga if they doubt that That fugazi ass chingy, he ain’t pop that (squad) Thuggin’ like the ’96 Pac back Ain’t no one-on-ones, if it was we should jump that BSM shawty, we kill all rats (Salute) Brrrat, ll these niggas asscheek (Hahaha) If you ask me, these niggas lamb meat (What we do?) Feed ’em to the wolves then Catch me by myself nigga, bet I’m still dumpin’ Squad, squad, Flocka , [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your life Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Umm hey fella, how you doin’? Well I’m doin’ bad and I hope your day’s ruined When you’re on stage I’m the one that’s booing ‘Cause I hate your guts, haha (Yeah) I’ll be in the bushes lurkin’ While you live life so goddamn perfect ‘Cause my life sucks, and it serves no purpose I’m gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it (Yeah) Faggot, why the fuck do you have it Why the fuck don’t I got it, and any way I can stop it, is perfect Fuck your moms, dead homies, the bitch you sleep with Fuck your food, the protein in it, that fork you eat with I’ll have your wife beat dick, get pregnant And then make you think that it’s yours Now that’s the real definition of sneak diss I’m Silky Johnson’s left hand, coming like the next trend Sucks ’cause I’m your best friend, nigga (Yeah) , [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your life Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money (Squad) Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad (D-S-G-Oh) [Verse 3: Derez De’Shon] Time is money, you can die today or tomorrow Niggas trippin’ like they forgot how much a body costs (Chea) I’m in the hood, nobody caught (Uh-uh) All the chains lookin’ like it’s fuckin’ Mardi Gras My top down (Down), seat way back Disrespect the squad (Squad), get your face cracked (Bow) DT youngins claiming bodies for your state tax (For nothin’ nigga) Call the clean-up crew, no Ajax When I’m wrong, I’m still right, who gon’ say somethin’? (Who?) All that flexin’ like my youngins won’t take somethin’ (Skrrt) DGBSM, we gon shake somethin’ (Squad) Potato on the barrel, watch me bake somethin’ (Yeah) [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your life Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah I’m a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah I’m a hater, nigga fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad] |
