Lil Wayne - No Haters Lyrics
[Verse:]We catch a body and we laugh about itI *****ed her friend, I don't feel bad about itGrindin' is agonizing but it's gratifyingSkinny tires - on a salad dietI lost my mind, I'm like ***** everybodyI lost my mind but I got extra copiesI ***** so long it feel like exercisingI test the lying before testifyingAll I got is hitters in my squadI could get you killed all my niggas want the jobI could get you killed it just take a head nodI want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadlineZero *****s given, I make her come to the condo butt *****Cause ***** ain't no stealin'She still come visit, she don't wanna leaveShe compared it to me leaving a witnessI said I get itI keep some cocaine on me for the *****esAnd this AK is not for decoration***** boys give me the heebee-jeebeesI got a hit list like the Yellow PagesIf she can suck a dick or snort a QuaaludeThen ooh baby you got my full attentionChampagne expensive, it taste gooder vintageOpen your nose, I put some sugar in itI don't ***** around with them ***** aroundsI might ***** around and catch a bodyI got some niggas that'll hunt ya downAnd catch you slippin' like you playin' hockeyWe catch a body, and we laugh about itI ***** her friend, I don't feel bad about itMoney and drugs, I'm talkin' Math and ScienceSkinny tires - on a salad dietChopper leave you with a half a bodyMake sure he dead before we leave my nigga grab his walletI got the hook up on them rocket launchersI told Obama ***** with me, you know I got itSlim, you need to ***** with me you know I got itI know somebody that know somebodyLook, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin'It's agonizing but it's gratifyingSquad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the jobI could get you killed it just take a head nodWant you dead by tonight, that's a real deadlineYou ain't got no hitters in your squadI could get you killed, that's my real day jobI'mma crime of passion, I'mma *****in' hate crimeSpit like I ate bombsEminem on 8 mileI'm a mother*****in' manScarface, face-mobPockets lookin' like the BlobChips like Cape CodBust your mother*****in' egg till I see egg nogMy bougie ***** ratchet, my ratchet ***** a straight snobHold up, who know how to read gang signs?Cause we gone throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang timeI got white, I got brown, sell it at the same timeThat's that James Brown, that's that James BondWe catch a body and we laugh about itIt's catastrophic but we glamorize itIt's agonizin', but it's gratifyin'Skinny tires - on a salad dietChopper leave you with a half a bodyNo hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowdedChopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around meTriple A, astronomic, anatomicTunechi, and it's that sorry for the waitAnd I'm so sorry for the wait
