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• Artiste: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
• Titre: L.O.V.E.H.A.T.E
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(Aight, Brando) (Brando— Brando the sickest, on God) Yeah, nigga know what's goin' on, million-dollar legally gee shit Yeah, retarded, hold up L-O-V-E H-A-T-E S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep B, double-E, F, you don't wanna beef R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me Huh? I'm on that shit, you play with me Huh? Play with YB, bitch I'm gon' make you D-I-E It's 4KT, nobody safe, you'll get stretched out in the street And I'm too blessed to be this way, the devil, he don't fuck with me (Yeah) I got a plan that I ain't sayin' Since a child, I been a man Sellin' dope, it look like thyme I'm whatever that you on, what you with, I'm with, I'll get him smashed I don't want him around me in this bitch Get on his ass, just know I'm doin' bad, all bad, man Hold on L-O-V-E H-A-T-E S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep B, double-E, F, you don't wanna beef R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me I ain't lettin' go of my trauma I can't do this shit without my mama I'm who killed your partner YoungBoy, I'm a motherfuckin' problem I'm puttin' it 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 Countin' my pockets, they countin' my pockets (Yeah) I heard the FBI been blockin' (Uh) They tryna catch me with this chopper They just wanna put a mugshot on me (Yeah) Jesus got a brand new cross, for Him, my Bible Now, bring your ho ass in the street, nigga Without them, I wouldn't wan' be with ya Bitch, I'm in Boozilla mode This for my cousin who gone I don't wanna rap, I wanna wrap you, bitch, I'ma walk your ass down (Down) I don't pick and choose, I'ma clap you, bitch, this drum sound like the trombone Hold up, I ain't tryna take you home, in here like my last night Babygirl, I can't take you home (Ayy, ayy), 'cause you don't act right I'm tryna make sure I could roll, baby I been searchin' for my soul, daily She wan' take me down 'Til it get found, I'm on my own, baby Who the fuck love me?, No, oh Oh, it ain't too many 'round that I see ('Round that I see) Up with your strap, better up right, bat it He playin' raw, Dee (Comin' back) If you got my back, and that's a fact, ain't worried 'bout nothin' When it go bad, this shit get ugly (Shh) Bleed, quick to make him bleed, we gon' put the bitch to sleep Cheese, all my niggas beasts Around with keepers, up, ya ceased (Blatt, blatt) My mama love that Trackhawk, we come from a Jeep Play with a stack'll knock your hat off, you know how we be Yeah, my mata black, bandana on Nigga, you a ho, you won't murder nothin' You a motherfuckin' flunky, if you ain't killed nothin' 'bout yourself You ain't wakin' up and chasin' money A piece of shit, I hate myself But make sure my wife want for nothin' (Nah) That's a sixty-thousand chain that he keep breakin', wastin' money I just wan' tell my daughter, "Hey," but I'm ashamed, I ain't nothin' Don't need no gun, but I just wan' buy K's You ain't with me, then fuck your pain Behind me, come major pain Bro leave one dead, go board the train L-O-V-E (Love) H-A-T-E (Hate, E) S, L, double-E (E), P, I won't go to sleep (I've been up late, P, yeah) B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef (I won't be late) R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me (Yeah) I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, yeah D-A-V-E, bitch, Dave live with me 3800 Block, this Chippewa, yeah Ya better faint, we grew up hittin' shit with that iron Broom