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letra de hate niggas - yb curtis

[intro]
(this beat so grin)
(castro)
uh, uh
say let that bit’, go like this
yeah

[chorus]
b-tch you talkin’ sh-t that i can’t understand
b-tch the way i’m movin’, they know
i’m the motherf-ckin’ mane
i’m that mane, b-tch
i make sho’ i be the f-ckin’ best at everything, b-tch
and i be rockin’ solo dolo mane
cause b-tch i hate n-ggas
it take a real n-gga to just deal wit’ all this hate, n-gga
and i been gettin’ better but it’s some sh-t i ain’t forgave, n-gga
put that sh-t on my mama, b-tch i take it to the grave, n-gga
won’t let you treat me like a slave n-gga
mane b-tch i hate n-ggas

[verse 1]
mane i’m that type of n-gga, do my thing
it ain’t no take, n-gga
i look at my reflection up in the mirror
i’m a brave n-gga
that b-tch she text my phone cause she want the work
oh that what you say n-gga?
i gave it to her great, and then i asked her, b-tch
you like my d-ck? (you like my d-ck?)
it turn you on? (b-tch, yeah)
b-tch, wait til’ it get hard
that ho’ be fat
that b-tch be long
mane i did her all night, until the mornin’, b-tch
and she hit me up every time
just like she mine
whenever she want it, b-tch
i swear i don’t never pay mind
to all of these n-ggas who think
that they blowin’ me b-tch
i don’t never be lookin’ beside
ain’t lookin’ behind
cause that’s where they want me, b-tch
i swear i be watchin’ the signs
mane just like the stars
all up in a line, b-tch
mane all this f-ckin’ hate
don’t even know why they be tryin’ b-tch
i gotta keep myself in check, ain’t tryna’ lose my mind b-tch
done dealt wit’ that depression, don’t wan’ let it come around b-tch, yeah
i’m a virgo, that’s my zodiac
nonchalant every time, b-tch
b-tch come try to f-ck wit’ me, show you how i get down, b-tch
yeah
[chorus]
b-tch you talkin’ sh-t that i can’t understand
b-tch the way i’m movin’, they know
i’m the motherf-ckin’ mane
i’m that mane, b-tch
i make sho’ i be the f-ckin’ best at everything, b-tch
and i be rockin’ solo dolo mane
cause b-tch i hate n-ggas
it take a real n-gga to just deal wit’ all this hate, n-gga
and i been gettin’ better but it’s some sh-t i ain’t forgave, n-gga
put that sh-t on my mama, b-tch i take it to the grave, n-gga
won’t let you treat me like a slave n-gga
mane b-tch i hate n-ggas

[verse 2]
i swear i hate ‘em, n-gga
that n-gga tried to take my daughter from me
almost gave the trigger
and i ain’t racist, b-tch i love my f-ckin’ n-ggas
mane i’m a black ass n-gga
mane b-tch i’m light skin, that don’t mean
i ain’t a black ass n-gga
i know them b-tches hate me too
mane y’all some p-ss ass n-ggas
i flex that cash, i cop a band
all on these wuss ass n-ggas (wuss ass n-ggas)
i swear the f-ckin’ system tried to hold me back, b-tch
now i done moved to dallas, n-gga, got my f-ckin’ bag b-tch
i’m up in f-ckin’ college too, i got my sh-t intact, b-tch
mane i’ma get my mama face tatted on my back, b-tch
mane f-ck that p-ssy b-tch at walmart
i hope his legs clack, b-tch
you callin’ twelve up on my aunti
b-tch you f-ckin’ wack, b-tch
mane b-tch i rep that 3-1-8, but i ain’t movin’ back, b-tch
i bought my f-ckin’ ps5
all up wit’ my stacks, b-tch
i got my f-ckin’ car to drive
but i’ma get a scat, b-tch
and b-tch i hate these n-ggas thinkin’
i ain’t got my pack, b-tch
ay’ yeah
[chorus]
b-tch you talkin’ sh-t that i can’t understand
b-tch the way i’m movin’, they know
i’m the motherf-ckin’ mane
i’m that mane, b-tch
i make sho’ i be the f-ckin’ best at everything, b-tch
and i be rockin’ solo dolo mane
cause b-tch i hate n-ggas
it take a real n-gga to just deal wit’ all this hate, n-gga
and i been gettin’ better but it’s some sh-t i ain’t forgave, n-gga
put that sh-t on my mama, b-tch i take it to the grave, n-gga
won’t let you treat me like a slave n-gga
mane b-tch i hate n-ggas

[outro]
mane i’m that type of n-gga, do my thing
it ain’t no take, n-gga
i look at my reflection up in the mirror
i’m a brave n-gga
that b-tch she text my phone cause she want the work
oh that what you say n-gga?
i gave it to her great, and then i asked her, b-tch
you like my d-ck? (you like my d-ck?)
it turn you on? (b-tch, yeah)
b-tch, wait til’ it get hard
that ho’ be fat
that b-tch be long
mane i did her all night, until the mornin’, b-tch
and she hit me up every time
just like she mine
whenever she want it, b-tch

- yb curtis

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