| In this back alley 'bout to smoke
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| If police come, I’m a ghost
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| If my mom’s call, I’m a go
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| I was born in 1994
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| Hard liquor act tough
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| Smart niggas call bluffs
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| Big smiles no cuffs
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| White voice like my name was Chip
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| Don’t do it
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| I’m in this leather La-Z-Boy looking so clueless
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| I skip class, meetings, jury duty
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| I don’t match, they judge like Judy
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| I live for tryna cuff fat booty
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| I used to cut lines just to be the first one to act stupid
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| The whole class waiting just to see what I’m a doin'
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| And as the clock tick tick, they sittin' on my dick tip
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| I’m gettin' grilled like Big Gipp, career sunk like the Titanic
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| My phone cut off, shit I might panic
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| But this hoodie sleeve got a nice fabric
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| Tryna settle down with a nice actress
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| She act like she like me, she act like she wifey
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| But she only ordering Chinese
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| I fuck her too fast she use all these devices
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| I do not give a F word always let the world know
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| Never got my first ring I’m chasing it like Frodo
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| Teepee for my bunghole, shirt on my fro, hoes
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| See me getting money now they think they getting froyo
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| Keep them expectations low though
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| In the scraper bumpin' Tell Me When To Go though
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| Spanish superstar Miguel Cotto
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| Get a latin grammy and I’m on now
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| Arab money like I’m Ron Brownz
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| This is why I’m hot like I’m MIMS
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| Buncha girly villains boy you Him
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| And that boy still in his Timbs
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| You a hater
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| Hate hate hate hate hate
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| Hate
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| Hate hate hate hate hate
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| Hate
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| Hate hate hate hate hate
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| Hate
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| Hate
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| Came back in with my white friends
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| They got black friends so they want to cop them black timbs
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| If police pull us over, they talk to Goodwin
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| If they see me, make neck snap like a hood bitch
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| Overweight 6 god, practicing my singing
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| I’m the chubby R Kelly on these tracks I be pissin'
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| I been on the same shit since I heard Gone Fishin'
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| Have an all white party, play American Boy
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| And repeat this, you some divas, I kept a secret
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| You too cool, you way beneath this, you should leave bitch
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| Catalina wine mixer jumpin' like POW bitch
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| And they want the album, need the album right now bitch
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| Keep them expectations low though
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| In the scraper bumpin' Tell Me When To Go though
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| Spanish superstar Miguel Cotto
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| Get a latin grammy and I’m on now
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| Arab money like I’m Ron Brownz
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| This is why I’m hot like I’m MIMS
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| Buncha girly villains boy you Him
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| And that boy still in his Timbs
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| You a hater
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| Hate hate hate hate hate
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| Hate
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| Hate hate hate hate hate
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| Hate
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| Hate hate hate hate hate
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| Hate
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| Hate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hate , by - Michael Christmas. Song from the album What A Weird Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп