Songtexte: Gucci Mane. I Shook Dem Haterz Off.

(chorus)

I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off,



(Verse)


I'm the type a guy hit the studio smokin dro,and your the type a guy in the O wit nan to smoke, now i'm the type a guy hit the club and I make it rain, and your the type a guy like Cat buy me a chain, i'm the type a hit park and drop my top, and your the type a guy baby mamma at da bus stop, now i'm the type a guy swing on you when i see you, you got on dem dickies i got on dem evisu's, i;m the type a guy keep money cuz i be HUSTLIN, your the type a guy i use to pay to tow my luggage, and your the type a guy hit the mall but window shoppin, Gucci can i be yo hype man HELL naw you Garbage,


(chorus)

I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off, I shook dem haters off,


(verse 2)

Your the type a Bitch old as hell still tryna rap, and i'm the type a nigga young as hell an i run the trap, now your the type a freak say lick your Georgia PEACH, you married to a lame and dat lame don't wont no BEEF, now he the type a nigga that a old lame ass Bitch a want, aint never drank no beer aint Never rolled no Blunt