Hate

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't believe in human rights Lederrick Holy shit! [Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD] Trying hard to hate on me, you a bitch, I can't I go harder on my own, and that's it Is you tough? Is you hating on this thot? Need a switch? Buy a gun, if you thinking you can get I'm a god, and you ass, you belong inside the trash Boarding bags with my thots Everything is underneath, thats a fact Talk yo shit, there's a reason for your three hoes I won't even stick around, boy you said enough (yuh, yuh) [Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD] Spent my whole life hatin', cuz I really hate shit I said fuck your fashion, stand in my big davids yuh I said fuck your whole shit, never get tired of hating ya Fuck your fucking culture, ya'll ain't nothing but traitors yuh [Refrain: BRUHMANEGOD] Bitch I hate ya Bitch I hate you so much Bitch I hate ya Bitch I hate you so much [Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD] Trying hard to hate on me, you a bitch, I can't I go harder on my own, and that's it Is you tough? Is you hating on this thot? Need a switch? Buy a gun, if you thinking you can get I'm a god, and you ass, you belong inside the trash Boarding bags with my thots Everything is underneath, thats a fact Talk yo shit, there's a reason for your three hoes I won't even stick around, boy you said enough (yuh, yuh) (Shadow Wizard Goblin Insanity) [Verse 2: Acid Souljah] I love hating on shit that annoy me I love hating on people that be pissing me off If you fake based, then I gotta speak about it If you fake based, then I gotta call you out Sometimes people don't really peep the vision And I be going crazy 'cause I really got the vision Every time I get up on the mic I be spittin' It's real based knowledge that I'm out here givin' I could be a professor, but people don't want no free game I got tired of giving people free fame I got tired of giving out handouts I got tired of doing shows for free Bitch I'm with SG, tap the CC on the E Earlier today he asked if I could help crush an e pill in half I did that shit instantly, I'm used to crushing pills in half Every time I get up on the mic I gotta snap Every time I get up on the mic I'm going ham [Verse 3: Friz] Yeah I'ma run this hoe up, 'cause I fucking hate shit This bitch on my dick for what? Bitch you wanna taste it That bitch fucking basic, can't keep up with me no more This bitch wouldn't even know, this bitch wanna freak out now If i got time for that, I'll see you, only come in when I need you Read the room, you gotta go Before I lose my mind and lose my shit, okay Posted with my bitch, okay And another bitch, okay Yeah that hoe, she miss my face Told that hoe I miss her face Bounce around from different states You need a spot? I know a place Got a pack, if that's the case She run with me to the bank My bitch run with me to the bank I hate you all, fuck what you think [Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER] I been talking shit since the first day that I came out the womb My mom talk shit, my dad talk shit, my aunt and uncie talk shit too I talk more shit than asians do, I talk more shit than black people too I talk more shit than white people do about other people that aren't white I talk more shit than charleston white, talk shit whole morning, into night I wake up, start hating on niggas, I'm out sleeping in the middle of the night My mom told me there's always going to be haters, that's just the way that this life shit Is Hater niggas marry hater bitches, then them haters go have hater kids I talk so much shit, wake up the dead, who is this talking shit inside my head? Where you think you going In that cheap ass fit? Put another thousand on that fit That's why I'm always fly as shit Wake up in the morning, get fly as shit If I do not talk shit about myself, you gon criticize others and not yourself I'm in the club, I'm starin' at you Get mad, throw a drink at you You could tell I'm talking shit about you I'm looking at you and my lips moving Your outfit whack as hell Your sense of style whack as hell Your taste in music whack as hell Your taste in bitches whack as hell I talk more shit than SpaceGhostPurrp On the niggas name I'm throwin' dirt Your broke as shit, your pockets hurt Your hands ain't never touch no work