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letra de hatred - béya

i don’t give a f-ck about my color or my culture
either my friends that are torture
i’m not a cudi with a lecture
i ain’t taken classes to pass
if life was a movie let me be the cast
gossips spreading like virus, think i need a mask
never had real friends, almost everybody never last
yeah, i’m f-ckin fast, never running out of gas
people talk a lot, people got a h-lla lot, people talking f-cking b-tches in their cadillac
last night you were jackie jack, you were whackie whack
b-tches sitting in the back, while cb’s with their ball-sack
tell her put her ass out, cause i’m bouto pass out
all of the time that i’ve been my mind
all of the grind now i’m back on my prime
all of the rumors are breaking my spine
all of the b-tches are crossing the line
look at my wrist i ain’t wasting no time
look at my purse branded louie vuitton
look at my kicks like jackie chan
look at my neck like dasha taran

all this b-tches bouto start a menace with a chemist with a demist (no cap)
bands on my pants, 20’s on my hands
i’m a psychopath, you’re a p-ssycat, gotta h-lla rack
bad reputation, bad allegation, bad generation
full of nonsense, talking bouto an essence, speaking on my absence
i’ve been stressed a lot for a long time, think i’ve been outside my body for a few times
turning all my pennies into dime, turning all my lines into rhymes
i don’t give a f-ck about your life or mine

- beya

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