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love & hate - zaybang lyrics

[intro]
look

[verse]
ayy, i been tryna kick the lean, we pourin’ up juice
i told the b*tch bring her friend, they comin’ in twos
and how you think you finna win, but hate when you lose?
i got my son in this ‘cat, finna take him to school
i seen a n*gga go broke and trade in his jewels
another sucker n*gga dead, we breakin’ the news
that n*gga used to have some pape’, he snortin’ up blues
you put your trust in that b*tch, i’m lettin’ her choose
and every time i make some pape’, i’m doin’ my dance
i need a bad model b*tch, ain’t f*ckin’ no fan
i made my first few hundred thou’ still livin’ with grams
almost a million dollars later, was never the plan
and i ain’t finna buy no ghost, them b*tches’ll jam
b*tch, this a full 27, you play, you get fanned
and i could tell you in your feelings, you went on a rant
i’m from the place where if you slip, you n*ggas is stamped
look, a young player n*gga, could pull up in benz
and all my jeans beno wrld, we settin’ the trends
i just left from d rose, he gave me a glim
and i don’t listen to they songs, them n*ggas throw blams
and i be with his main b*tch, she givin’ me trim
i never seen so many shooters that don’t hit the gym
i know she wanna pay a n*gga, she feel like i’m him
ain’t scared to jump up in that water, i know how to swim
sh*t, it’s just me, rob, and zay, we keepin’ it lit
they know i been up in these streets since i was a jit
the gang better off alone, we goin’ legit
a scope goin’ on the chop, when i shoot, i don’t miss
and when it come to this bag, we bleedin’ the booth
talkin’ murders on them phones, you n*ggas is loose
remember we was mixin’ lean with belvy and goose
this n*gga always got a gun, but never gon’ shoot
instead of makin’ diss songs, go catch you a hat
since brother died in ’08, you n*ggas just rap
you only good at makin’ songs, you really a slap
and we ain’t goin’ back and forth, you know where i’m at
i sn*tched the ceiling off this b*tch, we pullin’ up clean
and supercharged the grand nash, we pullin’ up mean
how that’s a dirty*ass soda? you pourin’ up clean
can’t comprehend the sh*t i say, don’t know what i mean
she broke a trick for twenty thou’ we set in dubai
if b*tches ain’t talkin’ goals, you k!llin’ my vibe
the police just got behind us, they k!llin’ my high
she f*ckin’ n*ggas with no morals, you b*tches be fried
b*tch, i grew up in the jungle, i be with the apes
and i ain’t talkin’ to no n*gga that talk to the jakes
they tryna say it’s all love, these n*ggas be fake
it’s mixed emotions in this b*tch, the love and the hate

- zaybang lyrics

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