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hate's real - yfn lucci lyrics

wherever you from you will get hate from the most
that’s a fact
you know you have haters who, who’s in school witchu and they mad because they was in that 3rd grade class with you , but they don’t have the same hustle as you
you know they hate you for no reason
they hate you for your success
if you was a local rapper & you ain’t have much they would love you
you know & these people you developed hatred in yo own city
yeah

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
look , a lotta n***** in they feelings , i can feel it
just copped a coupe removed thе ceiling
going back to my hoe ways ian been therе ina minute
back to pourin’ fours ian poured up ina minute (yeah)
how did you quit sippin? (yeah) never get caught slippin yeah
i stay right off lenox yeah , penthouse right on lenox’s yeah
i think i might rent it out , i just got a big amount
i may have that maybach but i just had to go tent it out
ian have no feelings yet but i got some feelings now
she ain’t have no titties then but she got some titties now
they like gowd*mn boy lil ray ray boy now you spinnin’ now
they like gawd*mn boy lil ray ray boy you eatin now
prolly home eatin her , shave , ion eat hair
pop a dope , eatin crabs , they gon’ take a million baths , bih come take a money bath , we got money everywhere
we got pounds on the ground but there ain’t really nun ever left
you don’t come around with them bricks and youn never care
i put [?] in the town you a clown youn’ love him
i get that paper buss it down with my n*****
[chorus: yfn lucci]
even the real hate yeah the real hate , that sh*t real ain’t it? (yeah)
rollie on me , real lake , yo sh*t real fake (yeah)
cross yo own man now , boy you real fake (yeah)
and we ain’t get no handouts my n*gga still take (yeah)
yeah we still take , and we still pray , and we still lay on n***** like they still prey
and you know a n**** still get them bills payed
in this world ain’t it crazy how the real hate

[verse 2: boosie]
you use to sit right beside me in the gym
i was f*ckin’ big red he was f*ckin’ slim
tryna grab a mid off the f*ckin’ same rim now my dawg in the mill of the mill to change him
‘cus we f*ck mud babies stud babies
sold our first pack now you shoot me in the back
how you gon’ see me when n**** when you falling back (okay)
i guess you want my spot you wanna rap n****
crazy baby mama sippin , hatin’ on me hard
b*tch i beat that charge shut the f*ck up eat that charge
we flyin out tomorrow all my n***** goin’ hard
yo big dawg [?] bout to starve , n**** hating ‘cus we made it out the bricks youa b*tch
you ain’t hatin’ bout a b*tch n**** hatin ‘cus i’m me
dope boy swag on ‘em steppin in the big game
spare nan n**** mane i’m givin’ n*gga sticks
don’t f*ck with [?] way back in 2008
every time i lied n**** would get a n*gga straight , like my main man big nut got hate
this to every real n**** get yo money be safe
b*tch i got big b’s on my neck (wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet)
b*tch i got real g’s on my set
[chorus: yfn lucci]
even the real hate yeah the real hate , that sh*t real ain’t it? (yeah)
rollie on me , real lake , yo sh*t real fake (yeah)
cross yo own man now , boy you real fake (yeah)
and we ain’t get no handouts my n*gga still take (yeah)
yeah we still take , and we still pray , and we still lay on n***** like they still prey
and you know a n**** still get them bills payed
in this world ain’t it crazy how the real hate

- yfn lucci lyrics

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