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Paroles de la chanson Love Hate par YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I don't really got time
I'm whatever that you on
But, you really don't think that I can get him, smashed?
I don't want him around me in this bitch
Get on his ass, let 'em do him bad, ah, baby
Hold on
L-O-V-E
H-A-T-E
S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef
R-E-A-P, my past hate me
I ain't lettin' go of my trauma
I'm whatever that you on
But, you really don't think that I can get him, smashed?
I don't want him around me in this bitch
Get on his ass, let 'em do him bad, ah, baby
Hold on
L-O-V-E
H-A-T-E
S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef
R-E-A-P, my past hate me
I ain't lettin' go of my trauma
I ain't do this shit without my mama
I'm who killed your partner
YoungBoy, I'm a motherfuckin' problem
Weed been in my body, it done fucked me up, it got me wildin'
What you want? I got it
These niggas don't fuck with me
They countin' my pocket, they countin' my pockets (Ooh)
I heard the FBI, who died? (Uh)
They tryna catch me with this chopper
They just wanna put a mugshot on me, yeah
Jesus got a brand new cross, for that was my Bible, now, bring your ho ass in the street, nigga
Without them, I wouldn't wan' be here
Bitch, I'm in Boozilla mode
This for my cousin who gone
I don't wanna rap, I wanna wrap you, bitch
I'm who killed your partner
YoungBoy, I'm a motherfuckin' problem
Weed been in my body, it done fucked me up, it got me wildin'
What you want? I got it
These niggas don't fuck with me
They countin' my pocket, they countin' my pockets (Ooh)
I heard the FBI, who died? (Uh)
They tryna catch me with this chopper
They just wanna put a mugshot on me, yeah
Jesus got a brand new cross, for that was my Bible, now, bring your ho ass in the street, nigga
Without them, I wouldn't wan' be here
Bitch, I'm in Boozilla mode
This for my cousin who gone
I don't wanna rap, I wanna wrap you, bitch
Bitch, I'm from up there and gone
I don't pick and choose, I'ma clap you, bitch, this drum sound like a trombone
Hold up, I ain't tryna take you home, in it like my last night
Girl, I ain't take you home 'cause you don't act right
Bitch, I be extra'd out the wrong way
I'm the same, she took my soul, baby
She wan' take me down
'Til it get found, I'm on my own, baby
Who the fuck love me? No, oh, oh
Oh, it ain't too many 'round that I see ('Round that I need)
Up with your strap, better up and bat it
He playin' raw, Dee
If you got my back, and that's a fact, ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I don't pick and choose, I'ma clap you, bitch, this drum sound like a trombone
Hold up, I ain't tryna take you home, in it like my last night
Girl, I ain't take you home 'cause you don't act right
Bitch, I be extra'd out the wrong way
I'm the same, she took my soul, baby
She wan' take me down
'Til it get found, I'm on my own, baby
Who the fuck love me? No, oh, oh
Oh, it ain't too many 'round that I see ('Round that I need)
Up with your strap, better up and bat it
He playin' raw, Dee
If you got my back, and that's a fact, ain't worried 'bout nothin'
When it go back, can't take it off me (Shh)
Leave, quick to make a bitch, we gon' take the bitch to sleep
Cheese, all my niggas beasts
Around with cupids, up, ya ceased (Blatt, brrt, blatt)
My mom been on that Trackhawk, we come from the Jeep
Play with a snake, and knock your hat off, you know how we be
Hold on, I'm off tobacco, I'm on
Nigga, you a ho, you won't murder nothin'
You a motherfuckin' flunky, if you ain't killed me 'bout yourself
You ain't wakin' up and chasin' money, a piece of shit, I hate myself
Go make sure one right move for nothin', huh?
This a sixty-thousand chain that he keep breakin', wastin' money
Leave, quick to make a bitch, we gon' take the bitch to sleep
Cheese, all my niggas beasts
Around with cupids, up, ya ceased (Blatt, brrt, blatt)
My mom been on that Trackhawk, we come from the Jeep
Play with a snake, and knock your hat off, you know how we be
Hold on, I'm off tobacco, I'm on
Nigga, you a ho, you won't murder nothin'
You a motherfuckin' flunky, if you ain't killed me 'bout yourself
You ain't wakin' up and chasin' money, a piece of shit, I hate myself
Go make sure one right move for nothin', huh?
This a sixty-thousand chain that he keep breakin', wastin' money
Just wan' tell my dog, "Hey," but I'm with strainin', I ain't nothin'
Want me? I'm done, but I just want arcades
You with me, then fuck your pain, done heard of me, come major pain
Bro leave one dead to move the train
L-O-V-E (No)
H-A-T-E (Yeah, oh)
S, L, double-E, P (Yeah), I won't go to sleep (No, no, yeah, yeah)
B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef (Won't be late)
R-E-A-P, my past hate me (Yeah)
I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, yeah
D-A-V-E, bitch, Dave live with me, yeah
3800 Block, this Chippewa, yeah
Want me? I'm done, but I just want arcades
You with me, then fuck your pain, done heard of me, come major pain
Bro leave one dead to move the train
L-O-V-E (No)
H-A-T-E (Yeah, oh)
S, L, double-E, P (Yeah), I won't go to sleep (No, no, yeah, yeah)
B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef (Won't be late)
R-E-A-P, my past hate me (Yeah)
I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, yeah
D-A-V-E, bitch, Dave live with me, yeah
3800 Block, this Chippewa, yeah
It ain't safe, we grew up hittin' shit with that iron
Ouu
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