CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : You Know It

Whoa, Whoa
The Pushers
Yeah

Came out the room fresh
Dancin', diamonds on my neck
Middle finger to my ex
b*t*h just tryna get a check
Saint Laurent on my body
Bubba got me feelin' godly
Robbie wit me, got the tommy
He'll make you do the Ricky Bobby
You was talkin' sh*t, she was on my d**k
Mad I got the b*t*h, got up out the b*t*h
Now I got you sick, came up out the b*t*h
Rainin' on the wrist, damn it's obvious
All my n***as ready, bang
Kickin' ass and takin' names
Hit you with the yoga flame
These n***as thinkin' it's a game

Whoa, all you do is hate, all you do is hate
Whoa, all you do is hate, all you do is hate