He Hate Me
Rustie Feat. Gorgeous Children
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Yeah
Yeah, uh
He hate me and you love it
Basic, but we fuckin'
Basically, I got you twitchin' like
A basehead taste it, and you love it
And I ain't talkin' to none of you bitches specifically
You all can run me and Whitney, I get it
If you with me, let's get it
She's blind to the money, she can't see my digits
You wanna get deep in it? Alright
Now I can't see my digits
And that line was nasty, you probably don't get it
But I know that you feel it
Show up, and take the car and wearin' all black
With a white bitch who ball cap
Probably said somethin' stupid on the front
But her ass look stupid from the front, relax
Don't take it to heart, we ain't takin' it slow
The fuck you want from me? It's nothin' but fronts
And I know that you good, I know that you suck me up
You saw me bumpin' and stuntin', probably in public
Got 'em discussin' the way that I function
It's higher than you could aspire to
I light a fire, two rivals who lively, you sayin' they less
Messiah reside on her breast
Rapidly risin' with every breath, bitch
We sinnin', it's dirty, she said some mailman reachin' in
It was back to the head, back to the rack on the black
And I'm drivin' in space, shit, it don't even make any sense
Quick to react, it's a dog to the attack
It's a wrap if I snap, better be hop in fast, ah
He hate me and you love it
Basic, but we fuckin'
Basically, I got you twitchin' like
A basehead taste it, and you love it
And I ain't talkin' to none of you bitches specifically
You all can run me and Whitney, I get it
If you with me, let's get it
She ain't off the liquor, but still gettin' twisted
Her toes to the ceilin', she teachin' me this shit
'Cause she 'bout geometry, I'm 'bout the physics
And that line was nasty, you probably don't get it
But I know that she feel it
Show up, top down
Thong brown, I'm gettin' money now
Can't fuck around with y'all fuck arounds
'Cause I don't fuck around with bein' underground, huh?
Parlay with Prolly, balls hangin' ballin'
Phone ring, I got sold yay, and the feds watchin' me all day, and
I hope they send me the tape
'Cause Courtney love me, God dang, she blew them brains out today
I got some things I could say, but fuck that, I'm ballin' today
Fuck all y'all, y'all in my way
Fuck all y'all, y'all in my way
I got some things I could say, but fuck that, I'm ballin' today
Fuck all y'all, y'all in my way
Fuck all y'all, y'all in my way, ah
I just wanna die, I just wanna die for a minute
I just wanna dive in it, leave my autograph in it
When they ask who I'm livin', I tell '
Em that this ain't the kid at home
And nah, you can't visit, we don't fit on flight
Don't act like we ever been cool, uh, ayy
Bae, let's not fight it, don't go there, decision
And I paid the judges, so I'm always winnin'
Take off that belt, let's get back to the sinnin'
Let's get back to the sinnin', yeah
Bae, let's not fight it, don't go there, decision
And I paid the judges, so I'm always winnin'
Take off that belt, let's get back to the sinnin'