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Home of the Haterz (feat. YV) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kvng Phoenixx
Length: 3:45
Written by: B. Simms




Kvng Phoenixx - Home of the Haterz (feat. YV) Lyrics
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I hail from the the home of the haters
A price on ya head if u major
They salty bout all of my flavor
F*ck it. Part of being greater
See you balling getting paper
Jealous calling for the K-ter
Cut em clean off like a fade up
A boss like Kobe with the Lakers
Aww damn
They really wanna know If I cannnnn
Deliver that heat, no box fannnnn
The butterfly doors on a drop Lam
I'm hot damn
Thots dance
Around me tryna see who got the top Gram
I'm up, nigga all I see is my - fammmm
And never ever will I stop
So you can tell whoever hot that I got fans
Cool off let a few off
J Cole of my city, no maps got few lost
You no match for the rude boss
Get tossed lip gloss shine on my tip 6 calls
Missed from ya chick pissed off
This game heavy like a rigatoni with a thick sauce
And I ain't even hit a lift off
When I spit they try to rush up in the booth and tear my lips off
That booty crazy and her hips soft
Belladonna bougie mama fendi prada with the sick walk
She love when I be on that stick talk
I night ride her like a kit car - I let the whip talk
Turn it around like she Criss Cross
Watch that thang jump jump then I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I said I push it like I'm Rick Ross
So f*ck You and everything you stand for
(It's all trash)
Fam up, get the money, and more
(We talk cash)
I was raised from the dirt, yeah I got it from the mud
(Selling bars like its drugs)
With the squad showing love
I hail from the the home of the haters
A price on ya head if u major
They salty bout all of my flavor
F*ck it. Part of being greater
See you balling getting paper
Jealous calling for the K-ter
Cut em clean off like a fade up
A boss like Kobe with the Lakers
Ma... I'm tryna get up with u
But u be playing ain't no telling wassup with u
I pull up in that new coupe with the cuts for 2
All of a sudden now u want me to f*ck with u
Sucks for u
Holla good luck to you
I'll be in touch you
I can't do lunch with you
I was too stuck on you
Trying to cuff with you
Do it deluxe wit you
You ain't have love for dude
Now it's parties in the hills
All these different deals
Lobster for the meals
See me balling got u ill
Vomit where you kneel
All this shit is REAL
Haters calling for the kill
I be Mike Jack all I want's the Thrill
Mami so exotic watching how she drop it on the pole, so surreal!
Got the .40 on me, chill
Strippers geeking off a pill
Seek and I'll reveal, we cannot be healed, I am way too sick, I'm reading out my will!
I'm from a different cloth, stamped with different seals, paid with different bills...
I'm alien to lames, they be still in chains, I be out for mills!
So f*ck You and everything you stand for
(It's all trash)
Fam up, get the money, and more
(We talk cash)
I was raised from the dirt, yeah I got it from the mud
(Selling bars like its drugs)
With the squad showing love
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I hail from the the home of the haters
A price on ya head if u major
They salty bout all of my flavor
F*ck it. Part of being greater
See you balling getting paper
Jealous calling for the K-ter
Cut em clean off like a fade up
A boss like Kobe with the Lakers
Aww damn
They really wanna know If I cannnnn
Deliver that heat, no box fannnnn
The butterfly doors on a drop Lam
I'm hot damn
Thots dance
Around me tryna see who got the top Gram
I'm up, nigga all I see is my - fammmm
And never ever will I stop
So you can tell whoever hot that I got fans
Cool off let a few off
J Cole of my city, no maps got few lost
You no match for the rude boss
Get tossed lip gloss shine on my tip 6 calls
Missed from ya chick pissed off
This game heavy like a rigatoni with a thick sauce
And I ain't even hit a lift off
When I spit they try to rush up in the booth and tear my lips off
That booty crazy and her hips soft
Belladonna bougie mama fendi prada with the sick walk
She love when I be on that stick talk
I night ride her like a kit car - I let the whip talk
Turn it around like she Criss Cross
Watch that thang jump jump then I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I push it like I'm Rick Ross
I said I push it like I'm Rick Ross
So f*ck You and everything you stand for
(It's all trash)
Fam up, get the money, and more
(We talk cash)
I was raised from the dirt, yeah I got it from the mud
(Selling bars like its drugs)
With the squad showing love
I hail from the the home of the haters
A price on ya head if u major
They salty bout all of my flavor
F*ck it. Part of being greater
See you balling getting paper
Jealous calling for the K-ter
Cut em clean off like a fade up
A boss like Kobe with the Lakers
Ma... I'm tryna get up with u
But u be playing ain't no telling wassup with u
I pull up in that new coupe with the cuts for 2
All of a sudden now u want me to f*ck with u
Sucks for u
Holla good luck to you
I'll be in touch you
I can't do lunch with you
I was too stuck on you
Trying to cuff with you
Do it deluxe wit you
You ain't have love for dude
Now it's parties in the hills
All these different deals
Lobster for the meals
See me balling got u ill
Vomit where you kneel
All this shit is REAL
Haters calling for the kill
I be Mike Jack all I want's the Thrill
Mami so exotic watching how she drop it on the pole, so surreal!
Got the .40 on me, chill
Strippers geeking off a pill
Seek and I'll reveal, we cannot be healed, I am way too sick, I'm reading out my will!
I'm from a different cloth, stamped with different seals, paid with different bills...
I'm alien to lames, they be still in chains, I be out for mills!
So f*ck You and everything you stand for
(It's all trash)
Fam up, get the money, and more
(We talk cash)
I was raised from the dirt, yeah I got it from the mud
(Selling bars like its drugs)
With the squad showing love
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Writer: B. Simms
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