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Hate (Featuring Kanye West)Haters, haters; these niggas is hatersAnd I made myself so easy to love How much they hate it? Very! Kiss girls like Katy Perry I am never sprung, but I Spring 'er, Jerry Don't try this at home: results may vary King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry Who-va? Hova Both are American gangsters You choose who's colder Rappers get nasty in the booth but I'm grosser I can't even stomach myself, ulcer! More realer 'cause I'm closer Had girlies in girdles weighing more than they're supposed to Poser, no sir My hustle, so Russell I stretch work, yoga You know I got it down, dog Al Roker, I used to knock pounds off It ain't nothing for me to knock nouns off At these MCs praying for my downfall They're just haters I wave at you, I'm so player I'll never be done, I'm so rare We killing the game, it's not fair You muh'fuckers stay right there 'Cause we too high up in the air We blasting off just like a laser Nigga, pee-une, pee-une, pee-une Get back, gimme room room room DB9 like vroom, vroom, vroom Young Hov', what we doing, doing, doing? We balling, bitches Eating y'all food, leaving dishes Why these niggas always talking Lear talk, 'Ye? Why I never see 'em at the Clearport, 'Ye? Why always hear they're at the airport? While I fly daily like I'm in the Air Force? Therefore, please stop talking my ears off Millionaire talk You haters, you mad at me 'cause your paper Need to get its motherfucking weight up Hold up, wait up, I ain't done Name one thing I ain't done It hurts when you say that I ain't the one You haters, how do I gain your favor? I need to know 'cause I care I need you to love me, I swear, look here! See 'Ye is running the Chi like Gale Sayers I'm running New York I got the mayor on my pager You can't fade us, you haters I need you, stay there, I breathe you like air Yeah-yuh, yeah-yeah-yeah yeah-yuh |