Nightclub Fight Club - Don't Hate the Haters (feat. Nesto the Owner) | Текст песни

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• Nightclub Fight Club
• Don't Hate the Haters (feat. Nesto the Owner)

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[beat by: JP, Mike, KSol]
[hook by: JP, Mike]

Hook (KSol):
Please don't hate the haters
they don't know no better
they ain't heard what we been on
too busy playin whoever
Please don't hate the haters
they just don't know no better
They wanna doubt? Let them miss out
We know Nightclub so better

Mike:
Look at you pussy niggas thinkin that you can test me
Fuck that, I'm the teacher: I'm the one that be testing
Fuck that too, cuz I'm the head of the board, the best B
When it comes to rap just hear this, fuck the rest
See I'm ridiculous delicious with these finger-lickin rhymes
I'm a playa always saying, "bitch, it's finger-lickin time"
I'm insane and profane, but shit, you can't fuck with a singer spittin lines
different styles, still feelin tip-top, gotta get a zinger, listen like
I'm a madman homie, I can't be stopped now
Like a mad man-ho, B, I can't be topped now
sorry if you didn't get the gay cultural reference
stealin bitches at the alter, prenuptual theft
Poppin cherries so often, there be nobody redder
Playin bitches like water games: "yo hon, who can get wetter?"
I'm the best rapper, period. Nobody redder
Only competition you win against me: who deader

Nesto the Owner:
Yeah see, me, I'm sorta rare, so it really ain't fair
for me to be in this much fur like a bear
See me, I get cash and get ass like a chair
and a hater'll get found in my trunk like a spare
When I'm in DC, this what I'm promisin
I'll be in that White House, but not the one Obama in
Homie, if it's beef, then The Owner bring the Llama in
pop and then put you to sleep like a Klonopin
yeah, and my sneaks, they are made out of iguana skin
without Twitter they'd still wanna follow him
don't hate the hater, just make the paper
but don't wrestle with your life, A.C. Slater
it's Nesto the Owner
Kansas City legend, I ain't have to run the corner
And yeah I smoke weed, you can call me a stoner
but hater, quit tryin to act harder than a boner, bitch

JP:
Nightclub is the best in this profession, if you question that (I'm the best)
then Ima get my platinum Smith & Wesson, pay attention (Now where's your vest?)
here’s the lesson man, rappers robbin liquor stores for petty cash
But I been stealin from the corporate pension plan
See, Nightclub think bigger, the flow grew up in Texas
And wrecks kids like a Mack truck just hit their Lexus
I burn through paper like Hexxus, check Fern Gully
Call the battle Michael Jackson, it just turned ugly
I salt a nigga try to slug me
and break the swatter out if phony rappers start to bug me
for fuck's sake, break the track and I'ma put it back, I flow like duct tape
And spit a verse at supersonic speed, so call me Chuck H
Brace for impact, my flow is buggin niggas out like Stimutax
I'm in the back and rippin open simple tracks
And blitzin past the block for the sack, now peep the ending:
My bank account got so much green, its eco-friendly

Beat lyrics (KSol):
swag to the left, swag to the right