a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

adam tracy - hate me كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: trace]
petty b-tches hate me – cuz they ain’t me
all this money and these diamonds on me lately
no you can’t save me
i be taking – a couple tabs and a pill
and now i’m laying – on the pavement
you gonna hate me
hate me cuz you ain’t me
cuz you ain’t me (3)

now these b-tches talking sh-t and i don’t f-ck wit it
i don’t rock wit it
hit you in the dome wit my sock with some rocks in it
on the block hit it, never stop sinning
demons on my mind when you -ss-kissing
i’mma p-ss b-tches in my camry with the roof missing
tires hissing, everybody gon’ ride wit it
she wanna f-ck all the time minute
i just wanna get all the dime blinging
why the f-ck is my line ringing?
why the f-ck is my time ticking?
why the f-ck is my mind racing?
why the f-ck petty b-tches hating?
she want (she want) take me out for lunch
she want take me out for brunch
i said do you see the time b-tch, it’s time for the crunch
beat the beat it need a crutch
b-tch i came up from the mud
squashing beef, chewing
i’mma eat the track like it’s cud
f-ck her then i run
she want take my love
she want take my heart
i ain’t even cry for you b-tch, it’s all in the past
i forgot about you so quick, i knew dat it wouldn’t last
i’m done f-cking witchu you
i’mma shock you just like raichu
chopper sneeze all over bless you
you a dummy i’mma test you
b-tch i’m really flexing huh
b-tch i’m really blessed huh
now i lay you down to sleep
napping take a rest (ooh) b-tch
i’m really tryna get a drop-top coupe
stacking money to the mother-f-cking moon
b-tch i’m really spazzing
and i’m crashing
and i’m blasting
and i’m asking
why all these lame–sses look like magic?

[chorus: trace]

hating? you can keep it to yourself
gucci on my belt dripping on my neck
get a check, spend a check
sipping ac, sipping tek
moin feature it’s a bet
catch your b-tch like a net
i’m on go, ready set
ion even rep a set, but i’m blasting
i’m p-ssing lane switching and i’m cashing
working on my bank account, get eight mansions
rock star like i’m manson, marilyn
speeding and i’m barreling
that b-tch said she f-ck if i sing
so now i be caroling, aye
carrying your b-tch, aye
she gon’ suck my d-ck, aye
give that b-tch a mint, aye
b-tch i’m finna hit, aye
jake paul i be lit, aye
b-tch i am the sh-t, aye
b-tch i’m finna rock out
i just wanna cuddle she said
“boy pull out your c-ck now”
whoa, aye, i just pulled my glock out
told that b-tch to walk out
and she stormed away in protest
huh, like a walk out

- adam tracy

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة