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letra de hate my guts - sleazyworld go

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[intro]
ooh
need to let that b-tch choose if she wanna f-ck
’bout sh-t, i got this—
n-ggas hate my guts
grrt

[chorus]
all the hoes love me, n-ggas hate my guts (hate me)
need to let that b-tch choose if she wanna f-ck (let that b-tch choose)
and i’m not worryin’ ’bout sh-t, i got this b-tch tucked (b-tch)
i’ll make a n-gga fold like a sit-up (ayy)
i’ll take a n-gga soul with this b-tch too (bah)
glock come with rolls like it’s tissue (glocky)
i’ll wipe a n-gga nose with this b-tch too (slime)
boy, don’t put me in your songs, address the issue, ayy
lil’ b-tch a freak and eat d-ck too (woo)
baby swallow every kid and l!ck her lips too, ayy
lil’ b-tch a freak and eat d-ck too (woo)
baby swallow every kid and l!ck her lips too, ayy
[verse]
n-gga, let that b-tch f-ck, she wanna do d-ck (let her f-ck)
a b-tch can’t get nothin’ outta me because i’m too sl!ck (b-tch, i’m too sl!ck)
these n-ggas tellin’, they got loose lips (rats)
they’ll tell on they own mans tryna talk to a b-tch (goofy)
i don’t hang with n-ggas, i hang with my b-tch (yeah)
’cause she more realer and solid than most these n-ggas is (facts)
baby drac’ on me the size of a kid (woo)
n-ggas don’t slide ’cause they die when they dead (woo)
opps ain’t outside, they hidin’ in the crib (n-ggas hidin’)
and if they sayin’ they is, they lyin’, tellin’ fibs
we step on sh-t like the marching bands (yeah)
call us valet how we parked your mans
ayy, i ain’t beno, but i keep drego with me (uh-huh)
it ain’t sh-t to get you popped like i got faygo with me (bah)
talk sh-t, get your ass whipped like a bad kid (woo)
ayy, baghdad be trippin’, he snuck mag in (snuck that mag in)
and we don’t park from the front, no, b-tch, we back in
and b-tch, you cannot hit this blunt if you not matchin’ (dumbass)
why you n-ggas hatin’? i’m tryna get rich
boy, all that d-ck suck you doin’ gon’ get your b-tch hit

[chorus]
all the hoes love me, n-ggas hate my guts (hate me)
need to let that b-tch choose if she wanna f-ck (let that b-tch choose)
and i’m not worryin’ ’bout sh-t, i got this b-tch tucked (b-tch)
i’ll make a n-gga fold like a sit-up (ayy)
i’ll take a n-gga soul with this b-tch too (bah)
glock come with rolls like it’s tissue (glocky)
i’ll wipe a n-gga nose with this b-tch too (slime)
boy, don’t put me in your songs, address the issue, ayy
lil’ b-tch a freak and eat d-ck too (woo)
baby swallow every kid and l!ck her lips too, ayy
lil’ b-tch a freak and eat d-ck too (woo)
baby swallow every kid and l!ck her lips too, ayy

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