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(Verse 1) Little nigga here but I came from a whole lot Say I don't give a fuck if you hating nigga hold up Man, all yall niggas sold out And I think still it's amazing I got niggas fucking with me, I know bitches that do too Yeah, that salt around my city ask them bitches that you knew I'm gonna always judge a nigga by the bitches that you choose Yeah, I keep my circle tight, but all them mothafucka's (loose) Two cups full of henny for some niggas that uh fuck around With some bad bitches that we couldn't fuck with, back when we didn't have fast whips, and the money around with us (aw) I know they gonna hate, tell them mothafucking niggas don't hate it I sound like give me space cause a mothafucker nigga so faded And why the fuck you trying to play me, say you fucking with me when I know you fucking shady That kirk on, that whip playing, a little purp blowing that swiss chaining Niggas hating on me, they snaking on me, I'm just sayin (Hook) I thought you were my friend, my friend, my friend It turned out you pretend, pretend, pretend (hate me on the low) How could you hate me on the low? And I'm like damn, damn, damn Ain't no way you can be my nigga or my friend (hate me on the low) How could you hate me on the low? (Verse 2) Letras de cancionesTints all on my benzo, black tuck in that blue thing I'm like what the fuck I need friends fo' Always there when I got bread, never around when these heads low Fuck you when that money come, and don't never ask for no cents ho' It's too much bitches here, too much hoes to fuck, too much liquor shit, bitch I'm throwed as fuck They got so much hate, I got so much love, I can't even fuck with these niggas, no Old friends I dont fuck with no more They be all on my dick and so Who the fuck is back there, bunch a fake ass niggas that be trying to act serious And as lame as that there, treat me different like i wasn't the same last year It's plain as black hair, yall niggas be hating in that there, With some lame shit, I'm trying to get paid like that there, Niggas hatin I just wanted my change like cashier (Hook) I thought you were my friend, my friend, my friend It turned out you pretend, pretend, pretend (hate me on the low) How could you hate me on the low? And I'm like damn, damn, damn Ain't no way that you can be my nigga or my friend (hate me on the low) How could you hate me on the low? These niggas hate on the low They wanna shake me for it all What’s won is won These niggas hate on the low Act like your homie but behind yo back they sow Me, I’m just a fly guy Lookin for a lady Someone better help me up And drop it over from me Hope you don’t take it wrong girl You drivin a nigga crazy And I just gotta know girl Before you’re fuckin different Fuckin different… Fuckin different… Fuckin different… From Letras Mania