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[feat. Waka Flocka & Yelawolf] They love to hate Any time, any place They love to hate Behind the back and in the face They love to hate Every day, all day They love to hate Behind the back and in the face Leave one of you niggers stretched out in the middle of the street Stressed out every day of the week My only relief when I hear these beats Smokin' calms me down Talk soft but the weeds I blow loud I was hard then, still hard now Memphis nigger, that still my town Bitch 4-5, bout for sho' If you see it tou probably gonna die Don't rough that but the bullets in the outside like shh shh when they wield 'em by Put it in the light, bag it ain't slow My DNA was not the trans hoe MJG, my brother for life No speculation, that's what I know Timeless, it don't die bitch Letras de cancionesLong life, strong heart, hot head Could've been dead Space age, that's what we are Bigger than life, Superman No cape on, with the blunt in my hand Safety off, I might let one go Safety off, I might let one go I wanna make them happy songs but it's not a accurate reflection I make sweat poetry with my immaculate perception Never go nowhere without profile, that's built for my protection I was rolling up and burning at the time of it's conception And I know that sound, kinda fucked up y'all But that's how I feel and that's how I roll And that's all I live, and that's all I know And it's what I give and that's how it goes Twenty thousand eight balls of cocaine That's what it cost for the chain Meet 8Ball in the ass club They screamin' all make it Wayne, that's all I know, my dog bark I'm a boss like a GD My life a movie, no TV, I'm fully focused All my heads in, the brief feel better in the driver seat Don't preach to me about music Sayin' Walker step up your lyrics Mind your business, I'm eatin' Big belly, that's to get money gut Machiavelli got me a bulletproof truck These two group kids got me stuck Blow it out the back, well watch the fuck a flame The '96 show, I do what I wanna do, do whatcha could I said ghetto after ghetto, walkin' block after block From Craig County Riverdale, what the fuck? I'm up all night like a truck I don't trust shit, the cops is suckers Reds call Monopoly dastard company I don't need no company so I'm a let my homies speak I'm a do me and be myself If you don't like that go fuck yourself I wanna make them happy songs but it's not a accurate reflection I make sweat poetry with my immaculate perception Never go nowhere without profile, that's built for my protection I was rolling up and burning at the time of it's conception And I know that sound, kinda fucked up y'all But that's how I feel and that's how I roll And that's all I live, and that's all I know And it's what I give and that's how it goes You see this Jack bottle? That could be the reason that I pulled the motherfucker right of strippin' Introduce him to my home in trailer park Bad no contingency go grill polish You see this bag model? She might be the only bitch to ever get you into a situation Because you hate to see me lookin' like a dude but still get these number pens how Oh you a gangster huh? When a nigger seen a G suckin' dick cause I put it on my fuckin' list To fuck up shit in the rap game And I'm doin' it Slow 'em other kids bangin' huh? Besides me you ain't never fuck a rich I start of that I welcome back into the welcome mat You ain't strong enough the mail box but the bricks 8Ball walk a fucker, walker through the sticks Alabama got a lot of problems with eclipse And because I know a nigger wouldn't buy this Yelawulf has got a lot of people talkin' shit But it's everything cause you don't know about the history The micro in his bedroom homie I get the phone to the moon and I burst back Before I show up on an act like a phony So it really don't matter to me What you think about the clothes I put on It's my originality Just got 'em all acting like homes Get bitch spendin' and I bought some new shit Yo hey bitch, I can make you rich Suck dick while I sit next to you quick Put my money shoes all over you mommas new rip, yup tell 'er They love to hate Any time, any place They love to hate Behind the back and in the face They love to hate From Letras Mania