| Don’t hate me!
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| Now baby girl I’m good I told her like
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| Cause I’m dripping on this wood, want them round, girl
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| I’m too cold, got a neck full of dough, baby
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| Don’t hate me
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| Thirty fucking rounds, and my giant, bitch!
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| Brand new rolly with the pearl face
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| I put a flat screen in your girl’s place
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| Kiss your girlfriend, how my dick taste?
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| I’m richer, get the powder out the
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| My bitch dropped twenty and the banker told me
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| Get the new Porsche truck, daddy you’re a king
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| I party overseas and wake up in the states
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| With a smile on my face, a few hundreds in the safe
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| I’m a shoebox boy, I touch money galore
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| I like the coke break door, I let the KK cure
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| And my two doors speeding like the cops ain’t out
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| And the driver run shit, boy, I can’t run out
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| Two bitches on my nuts, like which one should I fuck?
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| More weed, more money to touch
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| I’m living life in a rush, baby girl please just
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| Don’t hate me!
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| Now baby girl I’m good I told her like
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| Cause I’m dripping on this wood, want them round, girl
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| I’m too cold, got a neck full of dough, baby
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| Don’t hate me
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| Thirty fucking rounds, and my giant, bitch!
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| Brand new house where your crib at?
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| I took the rap money, and I flipped that?
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| I took the dope money and I flipped that
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| You got your chain took, now you’re begging for your shit back
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| Twenty five to life, such a long stay
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| Twenty five K, what a long day
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| Like, I ain’t from the bay no more
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| Cause I’m on tour, and we don’t get a hey no more
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| I put on from the city that I’m from
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| Every October, I’m rich from the sun
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| And every two months I pull a few hundreds
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| From the indoor spots that I run, boy I’m on
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| Uh, three cars, in a four car drive way
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| I do one fifty when I’m on that high way
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| Bad bitches on my face, like which one’s gonna hate, damn!
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| Don’t hate me!
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| Now baby girl I’m good I told her like
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| Cause I’m dripping on this wood, want them round, girl
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| I’m too cold, got a neck full of dough, baby
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| Don’t hate me
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| Thirty fucking rounds, and my giant, bitch!
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| Everywhere I go, they guys sound crazy just saying no, no
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| Can I get this? |
| I want it for the low when I tell her no
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| Don’t hate me, hate me, hate me
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| Everywhere I go, they guys sound crazy just saying no, no
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| Can I get this? |
| I want it for the low when I tell her no
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| Don’t hate me, hate me, hate me
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| Don’t hate me!
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| Now baby girl I’m good I told her like
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| Cause I’m dripping on this wood, want them round, girl
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| I’m too cold, got a neck full of dough, baby
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| Don’t hate me
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| Thirty fucking rounds, and my giant, bitch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Hate Me , by - Berner. Song from the album Urban Farmer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп