Dab On My Haters

Keri Hilson

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    They tried to put me in my grave
    By throwin’ dirt up on my name, okay
    Sometimes your woes turn into foes
    You know how the sayin’ goes
    Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
    You know I dab on my haters, dab
    Dab on my haters, dab
    And I feel bad for my haters, bad
    Cause I dab on my haters, dab

    Squaaad!
    Dabbin’ on ’em, I’m about to go all-madden on ’em
    They gon’ need more paddin’ on ’em
    Goin’ zero dark thirty, bin ladin on ’em
    From the south side, clayton county, homie
    Hold the ball like your boy got ransom on it
    You in the friend zone, romancin’, homie
    I’m in the end zone, and I’m dancin’, homie
    Flocka flame, I’m back again
    You asked me once, don’t ask again
    Hit the sack and I’m stackin’ and stackin’ ends
    Linebacker like flash, won’t pass again
    Cam newton, that’s the young gun
    Peyton manning, that’s the o.g
    Ain’t a man alive I’ll run from
    Better pay up if you owe me
    You know me, I’m goin’ off now
    You know you fools done lost now
    I was gucci’s goon, I’m a boss now
    All you gettin’ lost in the sauce now
    I ain’t mad at y’all, I feel bad for y’all
    Watch out for the snakes, they’re trappin’ y’all
    Ain’t a safety that save me or tackle y’all
    Champagne for the pain, I’ma laugh it off

    They tried to put me in my grave
    By throwin’ dirt up on my name, okay
    Sometimes your woes turn into foes
    You know how the sayin’ goes
    Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
    You know I dab on my haters, dab
    Dab on my haters, dab
    And I feel bad for my haters, bad
    Cause I dab on my haters, dab

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    Dab on ’em, get that cash on ’em
    I said, “dab on ’em,” throw the flag on ’em
    Look, understand I’m the boy
    Catchin’ plays like mccoy
    Catchin’ plays like emmitt
    I’ma get mine and handle my business
    Ready or not, say the word, here I come
    I make the call, I’m on field like a ref
    I make the call, I’m on field like a coach
    Dab… I’m doin’ the most
    Dab… I am the goat
    Dab… I am the pope
    Shawty know this her theme song
    And I guarantee we bring rings home

    Let’s give ’em all a reason to be envious
    Never took a loss, we only win, that’s why they envy us
    Can’t you hear that engine burn? We call that motivation
    Heavy in the game, get your weight up
    Watch me dab on a hater

    They tried to put me in my grave
    By throwin’ dirt up on my name, okay
    Sometimes your woes turn into foes
    You know how the sayin’ goes
    Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
    You know I dab on my haters, dab
    Dab on my haters, dab
    And I feel bad for my haters, bad
    Cause I dab on my haters, dab
    They tried to put me in my grave
    By throwin’ dirt up on my name, okay
    Sometimes your woes turn into foes
    You know how the sayin’ goes
    Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
    You know I dab on my haters, dab
    Dab on my haters, dab
    And I feel bad for my haters, bad
    Cause I dab on my haters, dab

    You know I dab on my haters, dab
    Dab on my haters, dab
    And I feel bad for my haters, bad
    Cause I dab on my haters, dab

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