'18 Big Hate

You don't love your daddy
You sure love his cash girl
I am caught feeling like quite a fiasco
White people all love to hate on their parents
It's very apparent
They get all hysterical
When you point out that they have no respect
Twenty-five dollars to piss on my chest
Bitch go ask howl
And he's into that
I got a big scowl that creeps down my neck
Cos I feel no love
I feel no regret
Everything I done like subpoena cheques
Forget the fact that
You went thru that
Honestly hate cash so blow thru my racks
Go thru my MacBook and everything trash
All my old feelings will always come back
You don't love your daddy
You sure love his cash girl
You don't love your daddy
Now piss on my chest

Bruh on the real You should
Worry bout a bitch
You suburban kids
And You'll prolly snitch
And I'll prolly snitch

I don't know you ain't act right
Mom is tanned n yo daddy white
He got you that new bike
That blue helmet with the pink stripes
You a fucking little bitch
Wearing your shoes when enter my house
Now I gotta scrub these god damn floors
I never hear please out your god damn mouth
I need food
Fucker I need bands
Momma caught you with your dick in your hand
I just laugh when I know I can
Like you top shit
But you ain't got fans
You be on sherm
When I shake your hand
Why you gotta hog
That Xbox fam
Invite me to come over your moody
Screaming at kids
Playing call of duty
Fuck
I just wanna beat you up
Right after I beat my meat
Me and and manmeet on a meat beat streak
On your god damn beaks
Like Ovechkin deeks
Yeah
I don't want that shit
You ain't call me your friend
How your parents love you Man i don't really know
Don't you ever come over again



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Writer(s): Manmeet Dogra
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