Haterade Lyrics by Gucci Mane


Gucci Mane Lyrics

Haterade Lyrics
[Chorus: Pharrell]
We've evolved from small to the tall and shall not stall, been flyin too long
Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh!
Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh, girl...
I be sippin on haterade (yup!)
That deep-down, getcha paid (yup!)
And it taste like lemonade (yup!)
Scrunch your face when you sing it babe (yup!)
I be sippin on haterade (yup!)
That deep-down, getcha paid (yup!)
That flavor's lemonade (yup!)
Scrunch your face when you sing it babe, y'knalmtalkinbout?

[Gucci Mane:]
I'm not listenin, I'm not interested
My attention only focused on what I get
And I'm glistenin, they call me Mr. Check
White ice lemonade, red ice she thick
Got a general Phantom, bitch I'm icy and peachy
So I treat it real good like hoes is squeezed
My life, I ain't ever seen a car like that
And she prolly won't see the next shit I get
And a seventeen fresh, and I say, "I guess"
Successful, healthy, I live no stress
So today is the day that the big boys shine
Drop tops everywhere, I wouldn't know how to rock
Got the titties of today showin off tan lines
Cash bendin in my pockets, no it's not, draw lines
Me and Skateboard P in the club on time
No not on time, but it's just in time
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj:]
[Sighs] Uhh, yo, aiyyo
This one goes out to all of my critics
Don't you feel stupid? Look how I did it
Look how it came to pass when I said it
We can do debit, I don't need no credit
Yes I'm epic, look how I rep it
It's been eight years, but I broke the record
Yup, the record - yup, the record - yup, the record
(And just for the record)
Uhh, I'm all that I can be
And I'll admit, I'm appalled when you envy
Because you can do it too, and you can do it too
I just happen to be the girl that they do it too
So I'm a bounce back, and I'm a ball out
And every time you see me, I'm a go all out
And I'm a win till the endin
Don't be mad when you see me transcendin
Guc!

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane:]
I ball hard, I should be in Sports Illustrated
Cooler as a muthaf*cka in a Porschelemonade coupe
And a Ferrari in your hood, you're intimidated
Mutilated, Maserati Lamborghini decapitated
Fed investigation on what I accumulated
Sayin he ain't real, that I'm not the man that I say I am, like I give a damnmuch
Ride around town pickin up stacks
Some like Louis, some like Gucci
But I love money, yeah I love solution
And my teenage karat ring, baby girl choose
And I ain't really hard to please baby come choose (come choose [echoes])
Lounge around, around the town with the top chopped off
You can call it lost and found 'cause my top stay down
And I ain't seen a muthaf*cka since I bought this car
I ain't seen a muthaf*cka since I bought the car
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Pharrell:] Gon' lift ya glass, gon' liftya glass
[Gucci Mane:] Just think about the future and forget the past
[Pharrell:] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci Mane:] If a nigga keep hatin, tell him kiss ya ass
[Pharrell:] Just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci Mane:] Let's think about the future and forget the past
[Pharrell:] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci Mane:] That nigga think they goin hard, don't make me laugh - it's Gucci


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