[{"id":19927154,"name":"Hi Hater (Remix)","trackName":"Hi Hater (Remix)","artistName":"Maino","albumName":"Maino Is the Future","duration":257.776327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Somebody call the doctor man, remix\nIt's like them haters out there\nGot a sickness man that need to be cured\nHey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\nHey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\nHi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n(Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\nLook, don't hide, I see you, hater\nI'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\nI've been dyin' to meet you, hater\nPlease don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\nThis is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\nThey hatin', rather see me back in the cell\nBut I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\nBrooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\nKeep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\nChicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n(Go Maino)\nLook at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\nPants hangin' down on BET\nStill in the streets nigga you see me\n\nHustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\nIt's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\nI ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\nOver the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\nStrip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\nJust imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n(It's scary)\nOn average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\nPerformin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n(Ha, ha, ha)\n\nIf I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\nYou carry no weight, words hold no merit\nI talk big money, you can't understand it\nMy picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\nGo win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\nThen you can come back and holla at me\nGod dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\nHustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\nMe and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\nIt's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\nSucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\nYou can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\nOkay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\nSo you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\nI don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\nMy car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\nI'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\nI'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n(Lames)\nYeah, I try to keep the peace\n\nIf you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\nWhat's up? They all want the cake\nBut I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n(Get 'em)\n\nNine outta ten rappers, haters\nThey get emotional when they ain't got paper\nWhen you get bigger than them then they hate ya\nFuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\nWhen rappers hot, they praise ya\nWhen rappers get cold, they spray ya\nWe smarter than most, ask my label\nMy first week numbers, real major\n(Dayum)\n\nTwo hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\nTake by the minute now, half be my neighbor\nI got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\nForty thousand a show now hater\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n(Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\nYo, a million dollars worth the ice on\nMy wife beater show the pythons\nDrug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\nThe hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\nThey 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\nTill you send 'em some hot ones\nOr you put the knife on 'em\n\nHi haters, it's me Jada\nMight see me in the D with pink gators\nOr I might be in the streets with three shakers\nTen head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\nYeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\nThe LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\nLet 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\nYeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\nI let the haters take a break\nNow I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\nIf it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\nI'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\nNo, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\nSome of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\nI come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\nI be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\nHola, bonjour, hi hater\nI keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\nLos'\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hi Hater (Remix)\n  artist: Maino\n  album: Maino Is the Future\n  duration_ms: 257776\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Somebody call the doctor man, remix\n  It's like them haters out there\n  Got a sickness man that need to be cured\n  Hey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\n  Hey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n  Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n  (Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\n  Look, don't hide, I see you, hater\n  I'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\n  I've been dyin' to meet you, hater\n  Please don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\n  This is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\n  They hatin', rather see me back in the cell\n  But I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\n  Brooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\n  Keep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\n  Chicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n  (Go Maino)\n  Look at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\n  Pants hangin' down on BET\n  Still in the streets nigga you see me\n\n  Hustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\n  It's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n  I ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\n  Over the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\n  Strip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\n  Just imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n  (It's scary)\n  On average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\n  Performin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n  (Ha, ha, ha)\n\n  If I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\n  You carry no weight, words hold no merit\n  I talk big money, you can't understand it\n  My picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\n  Go win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\n  Then you can come back and holla at me\n  God dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\n  Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\n  Me and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\n  It's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\n  Sucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\n  You can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\n  Okay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\n  So you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\n  I don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\n  My car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\n  I'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\n  I'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n  (Lames)\n  Yeah, I try to keep the peace\n\n  If you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\n  What's up? They all want the cake\n  But I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n  (Get 'em)\n\n  Nine outta ten rappers, haters\n  They get emotional when they ain't got paper\n  When you get bigger than them then they hate ya\n  Fuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\n  When rappers hot, they praise ya\n  When rappers get cold, they spray ya\n  We smarter than most, ask my label\n  My first week numbers, real major\n  (Dayum)\n\n  Two hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\n  Take by the minute now, half be my neighbor\n  I got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\n  Forty thousand a show now hater\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  (Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\n  Yo, a million dollars worth the ice on\n  My wife beater show the pythons\n  Drug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\n  The hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\n  They 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\n  Till you send 'em some hot ones\n  Or you put the knife on 'em\n\n  Hi haters, it's me Jada\n  Might see me in the D with pink gators\n  Or I might be in the streets with three shakers\n  Ten head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\n  Yeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\n  The LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\n  Let 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\n  Yeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\n  I let the haters take a break\n  Now I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\n  If it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\n  I'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\n  No, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\n  Some of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\n  I come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\n  I be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\n  Hola, bonjour, hi hater\n  I keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\n  Los'\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n"},{"id":17419691,"name":"Hi Hater (Remix)","trackName":"Hi Hater (Remix)","artistName":"Maino","albumName":"Maino Is the Future","duration":264.4636729,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Somebody call the doctor man, remix\nIt's like them haters out there\nGot a sickness man that need to be cured\nHey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\nHey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\nHi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n(Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\nLook, don't hide, I see you, hater\nI'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\nI've been dyin' to meet you, hater\nPlease don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\nThis is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\nThey hatin', rather see me back in the cell\nBut I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\nBrooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\nKeep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\nChicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n(Go Maino)\nLook at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\nPants hangin' down on BET\nStill in the streets nigga you see me\n\nHustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\nIt's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\nI ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\nOver the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\nStrip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\nJust imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n(It's scary)\nOn average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\nPerformin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n(Ha, ha, ha)\n\nIf I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\nYou carry no weight, words hold no merit\nI talk big money, you can't understand it\nMy picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\nGo win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\nThen you can come back and holla at me\nGod dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\nHustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\nMe and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\nIt's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\nSucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\nYou can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\nOkay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\nSo you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\nI don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\nMy car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\nI'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\nI'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n(Lames)\nYeah, I try to keep the peace\n\nIf you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\nWhat's up? They all want the cake\nBut I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n(Get 'em)\n\nNine outta ten rappers, haters\nThey get emotional when they ain't got paper\nWhen you get bigger than them then they hate ya\nFuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\nWhen rappers hot, they praise ya\nWhen rappers get cold, they spray ya\nWe smarter than most, ask my label\nMy first week numbers, real major\n(Dayum)\n\nTwo hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\nTake by the minute now, half be my neighbor\nI got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\nForty thousand a show now hater\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n(Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\nYo, a million dollars worth the ice on\nMy wife beater show the pythons\nDrug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\nThe hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\nThey 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\nTill you send 'em some hot ones\nOr you put the knife on 'em\n\nHi haters, it's me Jada\nMight see me in the D with pink gators\nOr I might be in the streets with three shakers\nTen head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\nYeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\nThe LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\nLet 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\nYeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\nI let the haters take a break\nNow I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\nIf it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\nI'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\nNo, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\nSome of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\nI come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\nI be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\nHola, bonjour, hi hater\nI keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\nLos'\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hi Hater (Remix)\n  artist: Maino\n  album: Maino Is the Future\n  duration_ms: 264464\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Somebody call the doctor man, remix\n  It's like them haters out there\n  Got a sickness man that need to be cured\n  Hey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\n  Hey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n  Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n  (Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\n  Look, don't hide, I see you, hater\n  I'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\n  I've been dyin' to meet you, hater\n  Please don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\n  This is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\n  They hatin', rather see me back in the cell\n  But I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\n  Brooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\n  Keep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\n  Chicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n  (Go Maino)\n  Look at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\n  Pants hangin' down on BET\n  Still in the streets nigga you see me\n\n  Hustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\n  It's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n  I ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\n  Over the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\n  Strip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\n  Just imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n  (It's scary)\n  On average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\n  Performin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n  (Ha, ha, ha)\n\n  If I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\n  You carry no weight, words hold no merit\n  I talk big money, you can't understand it\n  My picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\n  Go win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\n  Then you can come back and holla at me\n  God dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\n  Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\n  Me and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\n  It's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\n  Sucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\n  You can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\n  Okay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\n  So you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\n  I don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\n  My car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\n  I'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\n  I'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n  (Lames)\n  Yeah, I try to keep the peace\n\n  If you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\n  What's up? They all want the cake\n  But I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n  (Get 'em)\n\n  Nine outta ten rappers, haters\n  They get emotional when they ain't got paper\n  When you get bigger than them then they hate ya\n  Fuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\n  When rappers hot, they praise ya\n  When rappers get cold, they spray ya\n  We smarter than most, ask my label\n  My first week numbers, real major\n  (Dayum)\n\n  Two hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\n  Take by the minute now, half be my neighbor\n  I got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\n  Forty thousand a show now hater\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  (Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\n  Yo, a million dollars worth the ice on\n  My wife beater show the pythons\n  Drug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\n  The hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\n  They 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\n  Till you send 'em some hot ones\n  Or you put the knife on 'em\n\n  Hi haters, it's me Jada\n  Might see me in the D with pink gators\n  Or I might be in the streets with three shakers\n  Ten head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\n  Yeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\n  The LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\n  Let 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\n  Yeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\n  I let the haters take a break\n  Now I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\n  If it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\n  I'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\n  No, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\n  Some of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\n  I come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\n  I be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\n  Hola, bonjour, hi hater\n  I keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\n  Los'\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n"},{"id":37882939,"name":"Hi Hater (Remix)","trackName":"Hi Hater (Remix)","artistName":"Maino feat. 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They all want the cake\nBut I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n(Get 'em)\n\nNine outta ten rappers, haters\nThey get emotional when they ain't got paper\nWhen you get bigger than them then they hate ya\nFuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\nWhen rappers hot, they praise ya\nWhen rappers get cold, they spray ya\nWe smarter than most, ask my label\nMy first week numbers, real major\n(Dayum)\n\nTwo hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\nTake by the minute now, half be my neighbor\nI got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\nForty thousand a show now hater\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n(Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\nYo, a million dollars worth the ice on\nMy wife beater show the pythons\nDrug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\nThe hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\nThey 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\nTill you send 'em some hot ones\nOr you put the knife on 'em\n\nHi haters, it's me Jada\nMight see me in the D with pink gators\nOr I might be in the streets with three shakers\nTen head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\nYeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\nThe LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\nLet 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\nYeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\nI let the haters take a break\nNow I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\nIf it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\nI'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\nNo, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\nSome of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\nI come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\nI be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\nHola, bonjour, hi hater\nI keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\nLos'\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hi Hater (Remix)\n  artist: Maino\n  album: HotNewHipHop.com\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Somebody call the doctor man, remix\n  It's like them haters out there\n  Got a sickness man that need to be cured\n  Hey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\n  Hey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n  Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n  (Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\n  Look, don't hide, I see you, hater\n  I'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\n  I've been dyin' to meet you, hater\n  Please don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\n  This is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\n  They hatin', rather see me back in the cell\n  But I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\n  Brooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\n  Keep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\n  Chicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n  (Go Maino)\n  Look at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\n  Pants hangin' down on BET\n  Still in the streets nigga you see me\n\n  Hustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\n  It's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n  I ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\n  Over the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\n  Strip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\n  Just imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n  (It's scary)\n  On average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\n  Performin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n  (Ha, ha, ha)\n\n  If I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\n  You carry no weight, words hold no merit\n  I talk big money, you can't understand it\n  My picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\n  Go win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\n  Then you can come back and holla at me\n  God dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\n  Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\n  Me and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\n  It's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\n  Sucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\n  You can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\n  Okay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\n  So you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\n  I don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\n  My car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\n  I'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\n  I'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n  (Lames)\n  Yeah, I try to keep the peace\n\n  If you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\n  What's up? They all want the cake\n  But I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n  (Get 'em)\n\n  Nine outta ten rappers, haters\n  They get emotional when they ain't got paper\n  When you get bigger than them then they hate ya\n  Fuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\n  When rappers hot, they praise ya\n  When rappers get cold, they spray ya\n  We smarter than most, ask my label\n  My first week numbers, real major\n  (Dayum)\n\n  Two hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\n  Take by the minute now, half be my neighbor\n  I got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\n  Forty thousand a show now hater\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  (Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\n  Yo, a million dollars worth the ice on\n  My wife beater show the pythons\n  Drug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\n  The hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\n  They 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\n  Till you send 'em some hot ones\n  Or you put the knife on 'em\n\n  Hi haters, it's me Jada\n  Might see me in the D with pink gators\n  Or I might be in the streets with three shakers\n  Ten head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\n  Yeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\n  The LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\n  Let 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\n  Yeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\n  I let the haters take a break\n  Now I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\n  If it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\n  I'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\n  No, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\n  Some of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\n  I come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\n  I be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\n  Hola, bonjour, hi hater\n  I keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\n  Los'\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n"},{"id":21235102,"name":"Hi Hater (Remix)","trackName":"Hi Hater (Remix)","artistName":"Maino","albumName":"Big Mike And DJ Thoro-Grand Th","duration":263.4971392,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Somebody call the doctor man, remix\nIt's like them haters out there\nGot a sickness man that need to be cured\nHey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\nHey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\nHi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n(Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\nLook, don't hide, I see you, hater\nI'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\nI've been dyin' to meet you, hater\nPlease don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\nThis is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\nThey hatin', rather see me back in the cell\nBut I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\nBrooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\nKeep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\nChicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n(Go Maino)\nLook at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\nPants hangin' down on BET\nStill in the streets nigga you see me\n\nHustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\nIt's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\nI ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\nOver the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\nStrip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\nJust imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n(It's scary)\nOn average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\nPerformin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n(Ha, ha, ha)\n\nIf I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\nYou carry no weight, words hold no merit\nI talk big money, you can't understand it\nMy picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\nGo win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\nThen you can come back and holla at me\nGod dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\nHustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\nMe and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\nIt's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\nSucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\nYou can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\nOkay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\nSo you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\nI don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\nMy car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\nI'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\nI'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n(Lames)\nYeah, I try to keep the peace\n\nIf you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\nWhat's up? They all want the cake\nBut I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n(Get 'em)\n\nNine outta ten rappers, haters\nThey get emotional when they ain't got paper\nWhen you get bigger than them then they hate ya\nFuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\nWhen rappers hot, they praise ya\nWhen rappers get cold, they spray ya\nWe smarter than most, ask my label\nMy first week numbers, real major\n(Dayum)\n\nTwo hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\nTake by the minute now, half be my neighbor\nI got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\nForty thousand a show now hater\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n(Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\nYo, a million dollars worth the ice on\nMy wife beater show the pythons\nDrug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\nThe hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\nThey 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\nTill you send 'em some hot ones\nOr you put the knife on 'em\n\nHi haters, it's me Jada\nMight see me in the D with pink gators\nOr I might be in the streets with three shakers\nTen head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\nYeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\nThe LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\nLet 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\nYeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\nI let the haters take a break\nNow I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\nIf it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\nI'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\nNo, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\nSome of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\nI come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\nI be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\nHola, bonjour, hi hater\nI keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\nLos'\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hi Hater (Remix)\n  artist: Maino\n  album: Big Mike And DJ Thoro-Grand Th\n  duration_ms: 263497\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Somebody call the doctor man, remix\n  It's like them haters out there\n  Got a sickness man that need to be cured\n  Hey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\n  Hey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n  Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n  (Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\n  Look, don't hide, I see you, hater\n  I'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\n  I've been dyin' to meet you, hater\n  Please don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\n  This is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\n  They hatin', rather see me back in the cell\n  But I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\n  Brooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\n  Keep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\n  Chicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n  (Go Maino)\n  Look at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\n  Pants hangin' down on BET\n  Still in the streets nigga you see me\n\n  Hustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\n  It's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\n  Ay Maino, tell them haters get ready\n  I ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\n  Over the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\n  Strip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\n  Just imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n  (It's scary)\n  On average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\n  Performin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n  (Ha, ha, ha)\n\n  If I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\n  You carry no weight, words hold no merit\n  I talk big money, you can't understand it\n  My picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\n  Go win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\n  Then you can come back and holla at me\n  God dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\n  Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\n  Me and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\n  It's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\n  Sucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\n  You can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\n  Okay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\n  So you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\n  I don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\n  My car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\n  I'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\n  I'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n  (Lames)\n  Yeah, I try to keep the peace\n\n  If you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\n  What's up? They all want the cake\n  But I'm a chef so I gotta show 'em how to bake\n  (Get 'em)\n\n  Nine outta ten rappers, haters\n  They get emotional when they ain't got paper\n  When you get bigger than them then they hate ya\n  Fuck 'em, 'cause I don't owe 'em no favors\n\n  When rappers hot, they praise ya\n  When rappers get cold, they spray ya\n  We smarter than most, ask my label\n  My first week numbers, real major\n  (Dayum)\n\n  Two hundred fourteen thousand sold, playa\n  Take by the minute now, half be my neighbor\n  I got a show, so I'm a talk to y'all later\n  Forty thousand a show now hater\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  (Hello, how y'all doin'?)\n\n  Yo, a million dollars worth the ice on\n  My wife beater show the pythons\n  Drug money kept the lights on, and besides the gun smoke\n  The hate in the air is what kept the nights on\n\n  They 'gon hate, anyway screw bein' nice to 'em\n  Till you send 'em some hot ones\n  Or you put the knife on 'em\n\n  Hi haters, it's me Jada\n  Might see me in the D with pink gators\n  Or I might be in the streets with three shakers\n  Ten head cracks in a row with sweet paper\n\n  Yeah, I'm just tryin' to get my cash\n  The LP is on the way though, kiss my ass\n\n  Let 'em show NY, like the folks who make PlayStation\n  Yeah, I'm back, fresh off of hatecation\n  I let the haters take a break\n  Now I'm a let it out the bag like Jake the Snake\n\n  If it's one thing for sho', two things for certain\n  I'm a keep it up 'til my middle finger's hurtin'\n  No, I ain't had a brush with beef yet\n  Some of y'all wake up hatin' and ain't brushed your teeth yet\n\n  I come through, haters gotta know that I am paid\n  I be wavin' like I'm on the float of the parade\n  Hola, bonjour, hi hater\n  I keep it movin on hoes, call me vibrator\n  Los'\n\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n  Hi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n"},{"id":33986209,"name":"Hi Hater (Remix)","trackName":"Hi Hater (Remix)","artistName":"Maino","albumName":"Unknown","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Somebody call the doctor man, remix\nIt's like them haters out there\nGot a sickness man that need to be cured\nHey, hey, hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\n\nHey, hey, hey hater, hey, hey, hey hater\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hi, hi, hi hater\nHi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hello, hello hater\n(Remix, come on, man, yeah)\n\nLook, don't hide, I see you, hater\nI'm a wave hi when I see you, hater\nI've been dyin' to meet you, hater\nPlease don't leave me, I need you, hater\n\nThis is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail\nThey hatin', rather see me back in the cell\nBut I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin' good\nBrooklyn we did it, I'm keepin' it all hood\n\nKeep hatin', I'm rollin', I'm goin' past you\nChicks like ooh, I like him you see his tattoos\n(Go Maino)\nLook at me went from Smack DVD's to MTV\nPants hangin' down on BET\nStill in the streets nigga you see me\n\nHustle hard, stack paper, it's alright, y'all hate us\nIt's nothin', we major, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\n\nAy Maino, tell them haters get ready\nI ain't got time, too busy I'm flyin'\nOver the Atlantics, three or fo' Hispanics\nStrip dancin', no panties, askin me to take advantage\n\nJust imagine all the fun that I'm havin'\n(It's scary)\nOn average, I'm travelin', gettin' that cabbage\nPerformin' in London, then I'm landin' in Paris\n(Ha, ha, ha)\n\nIf I was you, frankly I'd be embarrassed\nYou carry no weight, words hold no merit\nI talk big money, you can't understand it\nMy picture won't fit on yo' cameras\n\nGo win two Grammys, build cribs for a few families\nThen you can come back and holla at me\nGod dammit, it's sad, but I could give a damn, what a sucka thank\nHustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC\n\nMe and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think\nIt's all about the music 'til it escalate to other things\nSucka seen the Bankhead, BK connection\nYou can hate it, but respect or else get dealt with, bitch\n\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\nHi hater, hi hater, you see me, hi hater\n\nOkay, okay, hi my name is Swizz, your name is, hater\nSo you see 'em, hi hater, on my watch, the padded Felipe\nI don't lose no sleep, 'cause I don't fuck with y'all haters\nMy car, the SLR, the engine through them like it's a guitar\n\nI'll leave y'all haters in the dust by far\nI'm designin' planes y'all lookin' at cars\n(Lames)\nYeah, I try to keep the peace\n\nIf you keep talkin', the hawk 'gon slide in 'em\nWhat's up? 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