Eso que haz comotido no lo justifica Dios, Le haz quitado la vida a un Nino sin Razon. Quizaz podia ser un pelotero un bachatero o algo mas. why no lo sabras porque la vida tu le haz quitado . Como fuiste capaz a nuestro hijo tu lo haz matado. Solo por

Asian girls everywhere, UCLA I'm on my ballin' each and every day You see me babe? You see me babe? Am I the only one you sleepin' with?" I'm on my ish, call it I watch these haters take they shots like they were alcoholics "What is he wearing? Somebody

I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new Everything's gonna be alright It's gonna be a good, good life I'm a mess, I'm a loser I'm a hater, I'm a user I'm obsessed, I'm embarrassed I don't trust no one around us Oh, he don't love me, he don't love me He

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

I'm not famous, no And I don't hate it, no Where my haters? I don't got 'em It don't matter what my name is I don't got one, I'm not famous, no 'Cause I'm not famous, no Paparazzi is at an all-time low You never heard of me

We put the good in the good in the good life Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Raise up a cup up for all my day ones Two middle fingers for the haters Life's only getting greater Straight up from nothing we go Higher than the highest skyscraper We put the good in the

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters Fuck, your beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

Man today's a good day Hey, ay-ye-ay-ye-ay 'Cause I'm rich, rich, rich, rich Walking down the street and I just copped a big booty bitch And these diamonds on my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist 'Cause I'm rich Today I don't have any haters 'Cause I

Haters gon' say it's fake If you know what's good And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning (six in the morning) (If you know what's good) (If you know what's good) come on And no, this ain't the clean version Your friends, my friends All my haters

It's about us right now, girl, where you going? I'm with you I'm with you, oh oh oh Yeah, I can't get enough of you, babe Bottles open up so you can try and open up for me, baby M.I.A. in the MIA You do you, girl, the haters gon' hate Cut them off like