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letra de ddg hates me - chris sails

[intro]-
how the f-ck my b-tch leave me to get with a n-gga that did the same thing?
like that sh-t crazy on god
i ain’t saying the n-gga did it

[chorus]-
somebody tell queen fans, i don’t wanna her
bl!ck in my pants, n-gga this is not a b-n-r
got high the whole summer (summer)
b-tch, i’m a stoner
i don’t need no body, i’m a popular loner
somebody tell s-xyy red that i’m tryna f-ck (on god)
would f-ck coi leray but she ain’t really thick enough (not at all)
somebody tell ice spice that i really love her
she ain’t tryna f-ck then can i be your brother? (face ass)

[verse]
the way she gave thе p-ssy up, u think i robbed the b-tch (ok)
i just copped a hеllcat so i had to dodge the b-tch
if you ain’t f-ck me in the trap, then can’t f-ck me in this mansion (yea)
don’t look me in the eyes cause you know i’m not romantic (unh unh)
you say you getting money n-gga, ok
keep my name out your mouth before i f-ck your mermaid (lame ass n-gga)
come here lil’ b-tch, come and suck on this weewee (b-tch)
b-tch turn around cause you know i’m tryna skeet skeet (all over that p-ssy)
don’t give a f-ck if you a dime b-tch, when i nut don’t touch me
b-tch you for the team, how you gone try and cuff me
and the plug sale za, d-mn this weed musty
told that b-tch i love her, just to hit you can’t trust me
“where ar’mon and trey?”
“i don’t know”, “they still your bro?”
(b-tch, stop asking all them questions)
“d-mn hoe, what you asking all these questions for?”
‘chris fell off’, lil’ b-tch i’m back
would ask if i’m a g.o.a.t, but i know they gone cap (n-ggas be capping and sh-t)
b-tch, hold on, you almost made me spill this drank
if my b-tch catch me cheating, then imma say it was a prank (on god)
quick to lose a b-tch like the submarine
you can move on but he still ain’t me
i’m a g, f-ck ddg
he be talking, we gone see, we gotta meet
b-tch, i’m from michigan, capital murder
i just cleaned these sheets, b-tch you bet not be no squirter
and my brother, dawaine, he just fell out with his b-tch
told him, focus on this money cause these hoes ain’t sh-t
and my sister fell in love with a n-gga name chris
and if he don’t treat you right then imma hit him in his sh-t
[chorus]-
somebody tell queen fans, i don’t wanna her
bl!ck in my pants, n-gga this is not a b-n-r
got high the whole summer (summer)
b-tch, i’m a stoner
i don’t need no body, i’m a popular loner
somebody tell s-xyy red that i’m tryna f-ck (on god)
would f-ck coi leray but she ain’t really thick enough (not at all)
somebody tell ice spice that i really love her
she ain’t tryna f-ck then can i be your brother? (face ass)

- chris sails

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