Maggz ft L-Tido- Haters Lyrics

Yeah it’s Maggz, L-Tido

Keep talking about us man

You only making us more famous

We getting more chicks you dig

Let’s get ready Glitz Gang

[L-Tido]

These haters smile in my face and talk cheap behind my back

Don’t wanna see me grind and stack

They rather see me lying flat

On the ground getting pound I aint lying that’s fact man

I’m shining on my neck, and got the J behind my back

And now I run in clubs and rip these chicks

Stay fresh and switch these kicks

Lace tracks and spit the spiff

Chase cheques and get these chips

I don’t give a fuck y’all can hate me

That shit just motivate me, keep my things or debate me

Do my shit and ignore the envy

I’m focused on my chips dude

I’m grinding like the Glitz crew

While you mutha fuckaz gossip like chiks do

[Chorus] X2

These haters talking

These haters keep on talking

These haters talking

These haters keep on talking

About me… me…

Keep on talking about me… me… me…

[Maggz]

When your money weak no one will come around

When you money heaps watch out oh wanna be down

So I keep cooking, they keep looking

Doubt our style but we keep on pushing

Sweet something how we crooking

These lively shows we booked in

So haters love haters smile never ever could they shook him

Or steal him when he moves hater I depend on you

To keep my fire burning, till I reach a higher earning

Till I keep heat wire burning, till you dudes retire learning

I aint nothing to be fucked with no

From this rap to the budget no

So haters you can dub this flow,or I make moves upon that dough

Your squad is wack, I’m the heart of rap

While you waiting to get connected like a starter pack

I see these blazing and circulating like that karma black

So we invading fuck you hating you and your ghost track

[Chorus]

When paper talk haters walk but keep turning heads

They keep on watching while like ovens I keep burning bread

So save your talk for your broads what you earn instead

It’s not my fault that I floss and I’m firmer head

Forget your man baby ghetto son gon’ chill

You know I’m extra hot, hotter than that nandos meal

More kicks than the drum roll still

Still from the hood where the guns blow ill

More hits when I run these skills

And I dream big coz I run these hills

[Chorus]

Don’t give a damn about haters

Haters haters haters … yeah

I don t give a damn about them damn haters

No… no… no…

Haters haters..