Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hate on Me, artist - NyNyDate of issue: 29.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hate on Me |
| Ayy |
| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me |
| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee |
| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea |
| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me |
| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me |
| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee |
| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea |
| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me |
| When a bitch ain’t never had shit, she gonna show it off |
| Gotta change his ways 'cause he fuckin' with a boss |
| My whole fit pricey so don’t ask me what it cost |
| And I never loved that nigga, that’s just what he thought |
| I got a lot of shooters so just watch how you move |
| She diss me on the 'net, I’m still playin' it cool |
| My mama say, «Don't talk to a bitch below you» |
| Don’t even got no friends, I really fuck with a few |
| A band off a feature, I’m the shit now |
| She run up on me, it’s a risk now |
| All this gold in my mouth, I got a big smile |
| All this snitching on niggas, you got a big file |
| My grandpa really gone, it got me fucked up |
| His hand on my chain so I feel lucked up |
| If a bitch speak on him, she gon' get touched |
| Ever since he left me, I been feelin' stuck |
| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me |
| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee |
| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea |
| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me |
| Now let’s get to these niggas, yeah, these bummy niggas |
| Always snitchin' on theyself, yeah, these dummy niggas |
| Never got no money, pockets funny, nigga |
| But if I call one time, my niggas comin', nigga |
| And these bitches just be fake, I don’t associate |
| Steady talkin' hella shit, she need some Colgate |
| Anything I do, I know she gon' hate |
| And I’m eating 2019 up, grab a plate |
| Bags packed just in case I gotta take a quick flight |
| If your chain so real, why that shit feel so fuckin' light? |
| They say I’ma make it and I really pray that they right |
| 'Cause I can’t rely on my mom and my dad my whole life |
| Just six months ago I graduated for real |
| Just four months ago I started rappin' for real |
| Talk behind my back, you ain’t real for real |
| Can’t wait 'til the day I touch a mil' for real |
| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me |
| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee |
| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea |
| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me |
| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me |
| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee |
| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea |
| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me |