Really Hate U Songtext
von Rylo Rodriguez
Really Hate U Songtext
Whole thing stained three, stain in your cup, she like Starbucks
Seen your girl in person, red rice she got star struck
I DM he learn lesson, I can be an investor
She jumped out of Tesla, I hand her a Tesla
Little one tried to spin, lost his life on the hot block
Little 28 beat these cases so they chopped off his dreadlocks
The judge gave him all day he took it and smiled
I fucked all their friends and make that crew split, Destiny Child
She invested in the waist, she invested in the smile
She invested in her face, she got some shots in her jaws
She bleached the asshole and it looked like I′m fucking a dog
White girl balling, Emma Rose, tatted her head like Barbie
White girl balling, Emma Rose, tatted her head like Barbie, Barbie
I could fire work go to my jacket Bosely, we cut ties
Hostile, I'm okay I cannot cost
Fucking on a prostitute
She then made a profit too
I got some money from my bank today
And I went home and turned the carpet blue
I woke up and went airplane like babe before
Get money you must like a Robin Doe
That nigga who tried you, he made the news
I can′t decide if I want you
Or he sold us if you come though
Up in New York, stacking drip for two days, dollars in Dubai
I gave her some blow faces, she look like Christian
Got drip wave from the UK, I'm running this shit up and saving every buck
I hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
I really hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
Got it off the muscle, I don't do steroids
I went to the movies with her to the pornstar
The brolley series, you a killer but he got a good part
Man, how I want on the same page I got her book mark
Come and get your ho dog, she stalking on my Instagram
She asks me for a caption
I put members in my trust fund, he filing for bankruptcy, he ain′t pay his taxes
I′m with an America's top model, I′m worried 'cause the ribs showing, she went to the fridge again
Got pounds inside the trash bag, white project dead had
I ain′t have no kids yet
I hate you, bitch (bitch, you know your mama know I hate you)
I hate you, bitch (bitch, rather know I hate you)
I really hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
You can't escape through dance
You make me pain
Don′t make me sick
'Cause I hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
Seen your girl in person, red rice she got star struck
I DM he learn lesson, I can be an investor
She jumped out of Tesla, I hand her a Tesla
Little one tried to spin, lost his life on the hot block
Little 28 beat these cases so they chopped off his dreadlocks
The judge gave him all day he took it and smiled
I fucked all their friends and make that crew split, Destiny Child
She invested in the waist, she invested in the smile
She invested in her face, she got some shots in her jaws
She bleached the asshole and it looked like I′m fucking a dog
White girl balling, Emma Rose, tatted her head like Barbie
White girl balling, Emma Rose, tatted her head like Barbie, Barbie
I could fire work go to my jacket Bosely, we cut ties
Hostile, I'm okay I cannot cost
Fucking on a prostitute
She then made a profit too
I got some money from my bank today
And I went home and turned the carpet blue
I woke up and went airplane like babe before
Get money you must like a Robin Doe
That nigga who tried you, he made the news
I can′t decide if I want you
Or he sold us if you come though
Up in New York, stacking drip for two days, dollars in Dubai
I gave her some blow faces, she look like Christian
Got drip wave from the UK, I'm running this shit up and saving every buck
I hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
I really hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
Got it off the muscle, I don't do steroids
I went to the movies with her to the pornstar
The brolley series, you a killer but he got a good part
Man, how I want on the same page I got her book mark
Come and get your ho dog, she stalking on my Instagram
She asks me for a caption
I put members in my trust fund, he filing for bankruptcy, he ain′t pay his taxes
I′m with an America's top model, I′m worried 'cause the ribs showing, she went to the fridge again
Got pounds inside the trash bag, white project dead had
I ain′t have no kids yet
I hate you, bitch (bitch, you know your mama know I hate you)
I hate you, bitch (bitch, rather know I hate you)
I really hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
You can't escape through dance
You make me pain
Don′t make me sick
'Cause I hate you, bitch
I hate you, bitch
Writer(s): Richard Deberry, Ryan Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

