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hate - umbrasrage lyrics

[verse 1]
i be pullin’ pistols out the back!
test yo luck and b*tch you gettin’ smacked!
pray to god that you will never lack
cause i’m sendin’ shots to yo f*ckin’ 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 b*tches talkin’ big up under!

[verse 2]
wishin’ well
yeah i wish you would
got yo b*tch
she bouncin’ on my wood
get her good
how you wish you could
yeah he died
like he f*ckin’ murk!
[verse 3]
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 can make it toxic
imma waste yo ass
right where you f*ckin’ stand
doin’ nothin’ bout it
til’ you rot in sand
she gon’ call me daddy
i’m her f*ckin’ man
pull up to the addy
and he f*ckin’ ran!

(heh heh, yeah)

- umbrasrage lyrics

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