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i hate it - bklyn baby lyrics

yea
yea uh
d*mn i hate it when you
yea
yea
yea
yea
yo, d*mn i hate it when you look at me with that sharpe glare
you cutting the side of my neck
that’s probably why i can’t look at you back
you say i’m tripping and that we don’t connect
you think it’s slipping and we loosing a grip
all i’m thinking is here you go with your sh*t
is it sinking should we abandon ship
shawty you always go overboard
i am so over sure that you know
that i never plan to let you go
f*ck that fussing what the stressing bout
i gotta grind and get this blessing now
it’s cook up time i’m under pressure now
missing calls i dead the texting now
you hit me like no
n*gga i’m hitting your phone
lately your here but your gone
you know we vexed and this sh*t you been down for a minute
you held me down before i was out winning
go hit the stores get you yours i be chillin
too stuck in my ways always feel like a villain
do this for us stack this bread to the ceiling
couple glasses of the spade
come get me out of my ways
have that ass screaming my name like
i ain’t no sucker or lame right
i am a king can’t be tamed right
all of my chicks act the same type
might f*ck you and leave in the same night
you wild if you think i ain’t grinding
we here but don’t f*ck up the timing
this pressure just molding this diamond
that p*ssy get wet like poisiden
don’t try to take me out my ways
don’t try to take me out of place
you think we running out of time
i think we running out of sp*ce
you know it’s things i couldn’t change
so please don’t throw that in my face
i don’t know why you try give us these limits
acting like both you and i wasn’t in it
acting like both you and i was so timid
baby you got me confused i don’t get it
flip a check and imma buy out the stores
get a grip and if it’s mines then it’s yours
wait until a n*gga home from da tour
imma give you what you been waiting for
hunnid chicks they probably wish they were you
got you stuck and you don’t know what to do
and i still hate it when you look at me too
mad face just to be specific
got me thinking why the f*ck you tripping
mami hold on let me talk just listen
i ain’t mean to come off all pass aggressive
there’s certain things i had to mention
there’s certain things i had to mention
certain things that i had to bring to your attention like

- bklyn baby lyrics

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