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letra de hate me - hayor gee

that lil’-ass bag n-gga, and that p-ssy-ass boy won’t say it, ayy
man, you, don’t come fishin’ around this way, free the dawg n-gga

b-tch play on this one

boom boaw
b-tch you stunnin’ round me as tell me
as say lurk ’em
future near him rollin’ talmin police as say stomp him
they f-ckin’ tranny holl me tally as say tomb ’em ayy

tell me why they hate me ayy
you gon’ tell me how they hate me ayy
(4k trey n-gga b-tchin’ you wanna talk)

dem gon’ tell me why they hate me ayy
you gon’ tell me why they hate me
or f-ck about this on a daily
ion even want no stable
i’m gon’ checking on my pay book
now i put too food to table
you stalkin’ on my label ayy
get them preaches from my label
my label my table my f-ckin’ nagar table
you wanna cry by table you b-tch a- bayroo
and my style ain’t got no label

forgot telly and ’bout to storm my lie out of penthouse
you care about your life you better stay calm
you dying now you ray long
my german not my jamaican
my bullet flying it gon’ hit you straight in your face hon ayyy
you got n0body to call, you got on nowhere to call
you better start steppin’ on the propane it’s better you tall
you biggie belle nude boy, now i’m on fl!cker to go
i’m not stickin’ you feeder lil not tickin’ boy
now i got my td boy you are my lil boy
ain’t not stinkin’ boy, that’s why i feel like biggie boy
biggie boy, sticky boy
now checkout n-gga billy boy
i’m on the town, my song is f-ckin’ on the billboard ayy

we gon’ stomp him, we wanna tuck him
you found that b-tch ass was a n-gga, and you got talk
as post ’em on the n-gga and we gon’ stomp him ayy
we gon’ peel ’em on the pillow
you ridin’ pad stickin’ trenches tee hole ayy
we gon’ hit if he stay home, we gon’ hit him by the rag lounge
you talkin’ ’bout my name, you gon’ ficker you b-tch ass
you get it all get about this paper
you wanna pay me, you better pay me now you pay blood
my youngin’ he gon’ clap some, n0body tryna belong
your bot plain going back you fick stop you d-mn wrong
they lock lil kodak up run, we stickin’ for the chop run
free lul tim my top rod, he had it to my top run
free yougin, free jezy, or it all bout the toppin’
you f-ckin’, you choppin’, i chop my pizza no toppin
you suppin’, you want some ice cream i put the top on
i let a lil a b-tch lay low and i give her a f-ckin’ head in
she suckin’ d-ck, you don’t fall up to my bell in
i been to feds standin’ parking in the telly ayy aye

(how a n-gga look, aye 4k trey on my gee on aye)
have a n-gga look, b-tch ass n-gga puke on stainin’ n-gga on a tenny loo

so tell my why they hate me now aye
so tell me why they ha-ha-ha-ha-hate me now
now i remember something
b-tch ass n-gga pill off aye
my yougin’ ayy og f-ck this up

- hayor gee

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