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i'm like damn - brian x allen lyrics

[produced by cardo]

hate me on the low

[verse: 1]
lil’ n*gga here but i came from a whole lot
say i don’t give a f*ck, if you hatin’ n*gga, hold up
man, all of y’all n*ggas sold out
and i think it’s still amazin’
i got n*ggas f*ckin’ with me, i know b*tches that do too
yeah, that salt around my city, ask them b*tches that you knew
i’m gon’ always judge a n*gga by the b*tches that you choose
yeah, i keep my circle tight, but all them motherf*ckers loose
two cups full of henny for some n*ggas that’ll f*ck around
with some bad b*tches that we couldn’t f*ck with
back when we didn’t have fast whips and the money around with us all
i know they gon’ hate, tell them motherf*ckin’ n*ggas, gon’ hate it
i tell her givе me sp*ce ’cause a mothеrf*ckin’ n*gga so faded
and why the f*ck you tryna play me?
say you f*ckin’ with me when i know you f*ckin’ shady
that kirk on, that whip playin’, a little purp blowin’, that swiss chainin’
n*ggas hatin’ on me, they snakin’ on me, i’m just sayin’

[hook]
i thought you were my friend, my friend, my friend
it turned out you pretend, pretend, pretend
you hate me on the low
how could you hate me on the low? (am i got is the only girl)
and i’m like d*mn, d*mn, d*mn
ain’t no way that you can be my n*gga or my friend
you hate me on the low
how could you hate me on the low? (my mama warned me life was a motherf*cker)

[verse: 2]
tints all on my benzo, black tuck in that blue thing
i’m like what the f*ck i need friends for?
always there when i got bread, never around when these heads low
f*ck you when that money come and don’t never ask for no cents ho
it’s too much b*tches here, too much hoes to f*ck
too much liquor sh*t, b*tch, i’m throwed as f*ck
they got so much hate, i got so much love
i can’t even f*ck with these n*ggas, no
old friends, i don’t f*ck with no more
they be all on my d*ck and so
who the f*ck is back there? bunch a fake ass n*ggas that be trying to act serious
and as lame as that there, treat me different like i wasn’t the same as last year
it’s plain as black hair, y’all n*ggas be hatin’ in that there
it’s some lame sh*t, i’m tryna get paid like that there
n*ggas hatin’, i just wanted my change like cashier

[outro]
these n*ggas hate on the low
they wanna snake me for dough
what’s mine is mine
these n*ggas hate on the low
act like your homie but behind yo back they sow
p*ssy n*ggas hatin’
they hate me on the low
p*ssy n*ggas hatin’
they hate me on the low
p*ssy n*ggas hatin’
they hate me on the low

the suggestion

[intro]
soul rebel

[verse]
me, i’m just a fly guy lookin’ for a lady
someone better hold me up and drop it over from me
hope you don’t take it wrong, girl, you drivin’ a n*gga crazy
and i just gotta know, girl
you’re f*ckin’ different
f*ckin’ different
f*ckin’ different
f*ckin’ different

[outro]
the bass are organized, give the best possible info, cover all of subjects, state fair to the canada
cared about, more than gold
meow, what

[tada ringtone played]

- brian x allen lyrics

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