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letra de hate ya - yung fazo, protect & diorvsyou

[intro: protect]
uh (forever), uh, uh, uh
uh, yeah, ballin’ like i’m—

[verse 1: protect]
ballin’ like i’m kob’
ballin’ like two-four, yea
trackhawk, this bit’ go, yea
big black truck with chauffeurs
scored some drank, let’s pour up
lambo’, lift the doors up
i’m like, “why she hit my line?”
she say that i glowed up
mixin’ drugs like all the time, d-mn, i’m finna’ throw up
this my team, we get green cash, ah, uh
“tec is you a ballhog?”, like why you ask that?
huh, i think my brakes gon’ fold up, i keep d-gg-n’ the scat’, yea the scat’, the scat’
feel like batman, every car i drive is black, huh
this sh-t graduation, we have n-ggas come catch your hat

[chorus: yung fazo]
b-bae, i swear i hate ya
i’m not in a rush (forever), it feel like i made ya
she wan’ kiss and hug, but on god, i need that paper
f-ckin’ with that hoe, wonder why i hate ya
[refrain: yung fazo]
you f-cked me up, so i gotta let you go
i’m feelin’ upset, so i just been on my own
i relapsed ’cause i just been feelin’ low
you f-cked up my cartier, god, just gotta let it go

[verse 2: yung fazo]
stand on my money, reach a basket
not my fault that i been causin’ havoc
i been goin’—, all year so i can’t pass it
she wan’ come and suck me cause no, no, i ain’t average

[verse 3: diorvsyou]
blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
yeah, i’m f-ckin’ on this ho, lil’ dior, he can’t save nun’
black truck or i go rolls, let’s have money conversations
huh, my cup look like my tint, this bih’ look haitian
i might give her smile a lil’ fix, she don’t need braces
two doors can’t fit these hoes, can’t bring my gang in
i’ma pro when it come to these ho’s, i’ma name my main b-tch
amd on her fragrance
can’t compare my hoes to none of your hoes, they not on the same sh-t
can’t compare my folks to none of your folks, them n-ggas be lame
n-ggas talk tough until that flame hit ’em

[verse 4: protect]
huh, me and the whole gang spinnin’
huh, no i don’t rush with the arp, i’ma swing that boy and pin ’em
ysl jeans, tight ass denim
balenciaga, big ass shoes
money spread, hundreds blue
smoke top shelf, i’m stuck like glue
[chorus: yung fazo]
b-bae, i swear i hate ya
i’m not in a rush, it feel like i made ya
she wan’ kiss and hug, but on god, i need that paper
f-ckin’ with that hoe, wonder why i hate ya

[verse 5: yung fazo]
she f-ck up my mind, it made me think i can’t replace her
f-ck, i need some more, right now, yea not later
think it just might be the f-ckin’ drugs that made the change, yea
i thought if i showed that b-tch some love, then i would save her

[refrain: yung fazo]
you f-cked me up, so i gotta let you go
i’m feelin’ upset, so i just been on my own
i relapsed ’cause i just been feelin’ low
you f-cked up my cartier, god, just gotta let it go

- yung fazo protect diorvsyou

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