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letra de hate me (original) - lil yachty & ian

[intro: lil yachty & ian]
shouldn’t be drinkin’ on lean, i’m already half-dead
give a f-ck, i’m a gangster, i’m thuggin’ (brrt)
yeah, yeah, huh (grow up, n-gga)
huh, huh, huh, huh, come on, come on (us)
come on now, huh, come on (frrt)
yeah, huh

[verse 1: ian & lil yachty]
it’s feelin’ like i cannot miss once
i’m twenty points up, you just keepin’ the bench warm
’cause i’m playin’ to win sum’
you just playin’ to get more attention from men, boy
i could never pretend, son
how the f-ck i go broke when it’s comin’ this fast, son?
i could pull out the fast one
i just started this b-tch, almost sh-tted my pants, son
but i know it don’t matter that much, crazy the worst part of it the best
and i know it’s a matter of time, but i’ma keep holdin’ this puff to the chest
tеn whole thousand, for one more bag, i’d do it ovеr and over again
how much longer the kid gon’ last? i’m goin’ nowhere and that’s just that
huh, believe that, i am never gon’ stick to the cliche
huh, it’s teamwork, four vibes, one time, it’s a relay
huh, v12, push this b-tch to the max, t.j
you just stealin’ the swag, remake
one hunnid in cash, three days
huh, in three days (what?)
[verse 2: lil yachty & ian]
my chrome unfindable
like i did me a hit and i threw it away
pop out that b-tch and hit him in his fa—, uh-huh
we open up doors in the summer
i took the roof off of the hummer
i snuck in that b-tch with a llama
i’m sneakin’ outside like osama
know i’m richer than your favorite rapper
if i’m not, then, god, k!ll my mama, huh
biggest house on the street
we the first blacks here like obama
okay, let’s see that thunder
on the plane, we took the drugs under
and my b-tch ass dumb like yolanda
i’ma pick the drank up from lafawnduh
fah-fah-fah-fah, yeah, f-ck ’em
i be twistin’ my fingers, i bang
and concrete the gang
same n-gga, just rich, i ain’t change
same n-gga, i’m totin’ that flame (huh)

[verse 3: ian & lil yachty]
i’m the same old kid, but i gotta grow up now, i’m a grown-up now
i’ve been havin’ some long-ass nights, one more long-ass flight ‘fore i’m right there next to you, huh, d-mn
driver, move up, my legs need room, huh, huh, d-mn, huh
i really could call this backseat home (brrt)
[verse 4: lil yachty]
i know all of my ex-hoes miss me
i was driftin’, poured a whole sixteen
i’m gon’ clutch it, i don’t do no wrestling
and my mouth diamonds look like a cuff link
put my b-tch in all dg, free b.g
we on tv, i’m makin’ a mo—
we on tv, i’m makin’ a movie
durag on my head, it’s the boonies
f-ck whoopin’ his ass, he gon’ sue me
i’ll f-ck it up fast, then re-up
sip drank like i don’t wanna be up
when we catch you, don’t call for jesus

- lil yachty ian

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