T-mac

T-mac - Haters Can't Stand Me lyrics

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[T-Mac: talking]

Shit, brah Bucks, these niggas' can't stand to see a nigga' like me 

They hatin' and shit brah, I'm sayin' why is they hatin'? 

Cause I'm fuckin' they broads, I'm drivin' my cars 

My house keys gold, What the fuck they hatin' for? 

My record company worth six figures about to be seven figures 

Man they can't stand this shit, 

I'mma keep on fuckin' they broads nigga' 



Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me 

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me 

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 



[T-Mac]

Y'all know me gator boot down from Chucktown 

I represent the south, I'm the coldest nigga' in this town 

Hoe's this way, hoes that way shit 

Cars and broads nigga' that's the only way I play 

Bezels nigga' with the 20 karat begets 

I'm mobbin' round' town with my fuckin' wet sex 

Ice on shine nigga' keep your eye's blind 

Ask anybody I be like this at all time 



[MegaBucks] 

You better reach for your heater 

Put up your dick-beaters 

Mega-Man wettin' niggas' like a Pepsi 3-liter 

Geech(ie) boys got dem' niggas' in the club gettin' wild 

Niggas' drinkin' Dom P. like its going out of style 

Hoes steady clockin', cause' a nigga' on shine 

Playa-hatas congregatin' tryin' to take whats mine 

I stay strap with dem' thangs, in case a nigga' wanna trip 

I got 44 ways to put a stop to that shit 



Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me 

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me 

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 



[T-Mac]

60 g's on my Lexus truck 470 

Candy paint, twenty inch, a nigga' rollin' heavy 

Woodgrain, TV's,[?????????????] 

Sunday at the Battery I'm comin' through 

Megabucks layin' in the that Rover 

Got pulled over 

I think you betta' let em' go brah 



[MegaBucks]

Even dem' cops know me and T dem' Carolina dogs 

Gotta clique of major niggas' 263 be the bomb 

If you ain't holdin' 50 g's why you talkin' bout' cheese 

I open the door to my home with gold and platinum house keys 

When it's cold outside I put the Misses on the street 

If it ain't a hundred percent it ain't touchin' my feet 

I love my sex wet stack chips like duplex 

Ice keep my wrist cold 

Bought a sweater for my Lex 

Bitches I ain't hatin', ain't no breakin' my bond 

If I make a million my whole clique gon' make a million 

If you can get with that, you betta stack up your chips 

If you can't shut the fuck up and let us ballas do this 



[T-Mac talking]

Shit nigga' that's how we ride in the Charlyo... 



Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me 

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me 

They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air 

Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
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