Correction Lyrics Revenge of the Cool by Big K.R.I.T.

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And I'm all up in your sh*t nowadays
That's what them haters get
Uh
Yeah, yeah

When you puttin' up with them lows, them haters all at your door
Talkin', "Where you been, bro? Why you don't come 'round no more?"
Sh*t, 'cause money on my mind, if I go broke, then I'm f**ked
If the world was four flat tires, y'all n***as'd leave me stuck
And the main one claiming money ain't a thing owe me bucks
Always talking 'bout he pimpin' when his old lady tryna f**k
I got news for you, I ain't the one for hoopin' and hollerin'
You ain't extendin' my commas, we ain't got nothin' in common
I'm sayin', you seen 'em in the club, first to grab on the bottle
Ain't dropped a dimе in the VIP, going live with this sh*t
Always lyin', talkin' down like thеy supply for the clique
But everybody looking 'round like, "Who the f**k them n***as is?"
"Who the f**k let them n***as in?" 'Cause we some players and we know the difference
I'm never lettin' up on these lames, keep 'em in they feelings
'Cause while they scopin' on my wallet and droolin' over hookah
Man, I was plottin' up a million, some sh*t they can't be doing

Man, I was all off in your crib, eatin' out your fridge
Feet up on your couch, f**kin' with your b*t*h
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
Man, I was sippin' on your drank, smokin' on your sh*t
Pressin' on your b***ons, ridin' in your whip
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
She for the city though (For the city)
While your silly a** was puttin' on your sh*tty show, she was all up in my videos (Uh)
She came to Death Row
Faded off the petrol
Kind of hard to wrestle her off, she mastered Greco
Neck stroke is the death stroke
Cartier specs like I'm Esco'
Keep sh*ttin' on them no matter the amount of pep though
All about the Creflo (Dollars)
Let's go take a look at the escrow
Bets go down
Might triple up next go 'round
I hit them packs if them checks slow down
Slow down, DZA, you're killin' 'em, yet profound
Can't slip, you gotta check those clowns
I'm like, "What a disgrace"
I put 'em all in they place like Section 8 (Uh)
The hate be hereditary, a family trait (Uh)
Revenge of the cool guys, I done ran up the rate
Park you, n***a, cancel your fate

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