HATE

I be pullin' pistols out the back
Test yo luck and bitch you gettin' smacked
Pray to god that you will never lack
Cause' I'm sendin' shots to yo fuckin' back
Plenty choppas I got plenty choppas
Catch an opp and then we cross another
That's yo brother?
Then we put him under
All you bitches talkin' big up under

Wishin' well
Yeah I wish he would
Got yo bitch she bouncin' on my wood
Get her good
How you wish you could
Yeah he died like he fuckin' Murk

Timmy Turner
Wishin' on a burner
Dressed up in designer
Hotter than a lighter
Yeah she get excited
And she so exotic
If you got a problem
We could make it toxic

Imma waste yo ass
Right where you fuckin' stand
Doin' nothin' 'bout it
Til' you rot in sand
She gon' call me daddy
I'm her fuckin' man
Pull up to the addy
And he fuckin' ran

(Heh heh, yeah)



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Writer(s): Sean Mcdonnell
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