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hate - christ dillinger lyrics

[verse 1: bruhmanegod]
spent my whole life hatin’, cuz i really hate sh*t
i said f*ck your fashion, stand in my big davids yuh
i said f*ck your whole sh*t, never get tired of hating ya
f*ck your f*cking culture, ya’ll ain’t nothing but traitors yuh

[refrain: bruhmanegod]
b*tch i hate ya
b*tch i hate you so much
b*tch i hate ya
b*tch i hate you so much

[chorus: bruhmanegod]
trying hard to hate on me, you a b*tch, i can’t
i go harder on my own, and that’s it
is you tough?
is you hating on this thot?
need a switch? buy a gun, if you thinking you can get
i’m a god, and you ass, you belong inside the trash
boarding bags with my thots
everything is underneath, thats a fact
talk yo sh*t, there’s a reason for your three hoes
i won’t even stick around, boy you said enough (yuh, yuh)
[verse 2: acid souljah]
i love hating on sh*t that annoy me
i love hating on people that be p*ssing me off
if you fake based, then i gotta speak about it
if you fake based, then i gotta call you out
sometimes people don’t really peep the vision
and i be going crazy cuz i really got the vision
every time i get up on the mic i be spittin’
it’s real based knowledge that i’m out here givin’
i could be a professor, but people don’t want no free game
i got tired of giving people free fame
i got tired of giving out handouts
i got tired of doing shows for free
b*tch i’m with sg, tap the cc on the e
earlier today he asked if i could help crush an e pill in half
i did that sh*t instantly, i’m used to crushing pills in half
every time i get up on the mic i gotta snap
every time i get up on the mic i’m going ham

[verse 3: friz]
yeah i’mma run this hoe up, cuz i f*cking hate sh*t
this b*tch on my d*ck for what? b*tch you wanna taste it
that b*tch f*cking basic, can’t keep up with me no more
this b*tch wouldn’t even know, this b*tch wanna freak out now
if i got time for that, i’ll see you, only come in when i need you
read the room, you gotta go
before i lose my mind and lose my sh*t, okay
posted with my b*tch, okay
and another b*tch, okay
yeah that hoe, she miss my face
told that hoe i miss her face
bounce around from different states, you need a spot? i know a place
got a pack, if that’s the case
she run with me to the bank
my b*tch run with me to the bank
i hate you all, f*ck what you think
[verse 4: christ dillinger]
i been talking sh*t since the first day that i came out the womb
my mom talk sh*t, my dad talk sh*t, my aunt and uncie talk sh*t too
i talk more sh*t than asians do, i talk more sh*t than black people too
i talk more sh*t than white people do about other people that aren’t white
i talk more sh*t than charleston white, talk sh*t whole morning, into night
i wake up, start hating on n****s, i’m out sleeping in the middle of the night
my mom told me there’s always going to be haters, that’s just the way that this life sh*t is
hater n****s marry hater b*tches, then them haters go have hater kids
i talk so much sh*t, wake up the dead, who is this talking sh*t inside my head?
where you think you going in that cheap ass fit? put another thousand on that fit
that’s why i’m always fly as sh*t
wake up in the morning, get fly as sh*t
if i do not talk sh*t about myself, you gon criticize others and not yourself
i’m in the club, i’m starin’ at you
get mad, throw a drink at you
you could tell i’m talking sh*t about you
i’m looking at you and my lips moving
your outfit whack as h*ll
your sense of style whack as h*ll
your taste in music whack as h*ll
your taste in b*tches whack as h*ll
i talk more sh*t than sp*ceghostpurpp
on the n****s name i’m throwin’ dirt
your broke as sh*t, your pockets hurt
your hands ain’t never touch no work

- christ dillinger lyrics

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