JD Era, Mac Miller - Hate Me Later lyrics

Okay, you bad, mama, you bad
So thank whoever made ya
Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper
These hoes never knew I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
That's why these hoes never knew
I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later

They told me that success is the best revenge
You can roll with us or
You can roll with them
Look, if you rollin' with them
You better learn how to swim
'Cause, I'm pissin' in nigga's pools


And burnin' down nigga's jams
Oh yeah, you on fire
I guess a nigga's plans can't work out (Out)
I swear the game let a
Bunch of fuckin' nerds out (Words out)
Breakin' and splittin', twistin' the herb out
(Swerve out)
Just a little nigga that you heard 'bout
They call me ever the reason you showed up
See, this is how a lil' supersize to blown up
Toned up, my m-m-money got grown up
Tell him go nuts, I am fuckin' these hoes up
(Get on) life is a bitch
Drop tops in the summer, slide out in the 6
Yeah, nigga, up your swag
Add a bit to the wrist
Then lose the gang of lames
And write some shit like this

Okay, you bad, mama, you bad
So thank whoever made ya
Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper
These hoes never knew I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
That's why these hoes never knew
I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later

Uh brand new crib, old-ass neighbors
Brand new whip with a CD changer
Now my shit of bizness give
A fuck about a hater
Smokin' on that chronic, exotic
Hypnotic flavors
Last name Miller, never played for the Pacers
Shit you write is whack
So I'm handin' out erasers
Game changer, same muhfucker
Who came around
Try to take the game to another
Level, independent is how I get it
Fuckin' with the kid
I guarantee you gon' regret it
Snap back only, jersey: throwback
Take a picture, put it on your Twitter
That's a Kodak
Moment, it ain't shit 'til you own it
Burn a muhfuckin' track: Jim Rome, and
You lookin' homeless, and that's certain
All the bitches say, "Whoop!": Chris Berman

Okay, you bad, mama, you bad
So thank whoever made ya
Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper
These hoes never knew I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
That's why these hoes never knew
I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later

Alright, alright, pick a time
Pick a place to set it up
I guarantee the hoes in the
Crowd won't get enough
A young fly nigga, I'm tryna live it up
You forty and still broke
You probably should give it up (What's up?)
Go and get you some, go and
Go and get you some
So many hoes in this club, go and get you one
But watch out for that laced weed
It's a black market party, baby, we do it big
I'm a giant, better yet, a monster
Did it on our own, fuck a co-sign, a sponsor
Do what you can, I do whatever I want to
So if you take it off
I'ma put this dick on ya (Oh, yeah)
Now, baby, shake on this
Put your weight on this
With your old watch, boy, you late on this
(Turn me up)
Hot enough to cook a steak on this
Middle finger to whoever, tell 'em
"Hate on this" i shut it down

Okay, you bad, mama, you bad
So thank whoever made ya
Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper
These hoes never knew I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later
That's why these hoes never knew
I had so much flavor
I said I'm busy gettin' it now
Hate on me later