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letra de hateful - dro kenji

[intro]
no-no-no-no-no
no-no-no-no-no
no-no-no-no-no
no, no
census, what you cookin’?
no-no-no-no-no

[chorus]
i don’t mean to sound hateful but i hate [?] (hate [?])
[?] never mind me, my [?] stack so high that it barely even fold
all the ice on my fingers gettin’ her lil’ p-ssy wetter
wanna go shoppin’ tonight, new video camera
let’s f-ck around and make us a banger
new b-tch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin’ my phone
top down, f-ck her in the back seat
real player n-gga get a uber for the free-free
really rich n-gga, got it all on my own
got a really freaky b-tch tryna f-ck through the telephone
i’m counting up the money when i feel all alone
and these real broke n-ggas couldn’t ever touch what i’m on

[verse 1]
come here, lil’ b-tch, put your hand on my chest, baby, tell me what you feel
ain’t no heart up in there but i really be tryin’
they tell me what’s the situation
i don’t make exceptions if it ain’t for you
baby, tell me everything you thinking
i don’t want another chance of losing you
[chorus]
i don’t mean to sound hateful but i hate [?]
[?] never mind me, my [?] stack so high that it barely even fold
all the ice on my fingers gettin’ her lil’ p-ssy wetter
wanna go shoppin’ tonight, new video camera
let’s f-ck around and make us a banger
new b-tch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin’ my phone
top down, f-ck her in the back seat
real player n-gga get a uber for the free-free
really rich n-gga, got it all on my own
got a really freaky b-tch tryna f-ck through the telephone
i’m counting up the money when i feel all alone
and these real broke n-ggas couldn’t ever touch what i’m on

[verse 2]
the weather here is getting ridiculous
she tell me drownin’ her head in the [?] of it
i don’t do talkin’ and hate being intimate
she think i’m spoiled, i swear i be kickin’ it
she put my d-ck as a drug
she start to fiendin’, the b-tch [?], she get to missin’ it
i got so high off of mud
you get too high off my weed, bae, i’m just used to feelin’ it

[chorus]
i don’t mean to sound hateful but i hate [?]
[?] never mind me, my [?] stack so high that it barely even fold
all the ice on my fingers gettin’ her lil’ p-ssy wetter
wanna go shoppin’ tonight, new video camera
let’s f-ck around and make us a banger
new b-tch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin’ my phone
top down, f-ck her in the back seat
real player n-gga get a uber for the free-free
really rich n-gga, got it all on my own
got a really freaky b-tch tryna f-ck through the telephone
i’m counting up the money when i feel all alone
and these real broke n-ggas couldn’t ever touch what i’m on

- dro kenji

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