Hate - Mannie Fresh/Juvenile/Lil Wayne
Composed by：Terius Gray/Byron Thomas/Dwayne Carter
Aye aye Fresh Stunna Man we back at
Them be hatin' on me man
Twenty sixteen summertime shine
Let me tell you the type of they say about me
They say **** you n***a n***a this gone hope you die
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig i-Pod i-Pod
Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
Gon' head on and hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
When I get this money I'mma kill 'em
Twenty twenty vision to who ain't want to see me with it
Ya
Don't make my trigger smart go dumb-dumb
Yeah yeah yeah
Take me where these yeah Adderall and Prozac
I'm so ****in' focused in this I just can't hold back
Tell 'em bring that money bag beast mode running back
Big Tymer Ferragamo Juvinino where you at
All I do is get it dude you never get it
You be in your feelin's too my dude you're so pathetic you
You got too much sugar in your blood diabetic
You sick you got the hate disease
And I ain't tryna get it no
Mixin' Cristal and Ciroc
I need a name for it call it Chris Rock
I'm in this mother mother lookin' like a pile of some guap
Come make a name for yourself and sy pop sy pop
They say **** you n***a n***a this gone hope you die
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig i-Pod i-Pod
Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
Gon' head on and hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
Hey got your old girl dappin' with the whole world
Trust me just me referee and girl
That's that boy B M hit me in the D M
Bust that wide open to the P M
But that's another story though and I ain't tryna tell it
Now it's on now you're hangin' out with dime rock Betty
And Betty she don't know no
Better shoot up d**e or smoke whatever
Used to be my homie now you're mad
'Cause we don't roll together
We're the real
And I don't give a if they was real sisters
These n***as think they on hit the kill switches
Money comin' my palms and my heels itchin' yeah
They say **** you n***a n***a this gone hope you die
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig i-Pod i-Pod i-Pod
Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
Gon' head on and hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
A like police
You be barkin' you ain't nothing but a Maltese
When these sharks out we'll see you they'll be your teeth
It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat
You M A D yeah
You don't want to see me with a dime out
You don't want to say that I couldn't afford
You don't even have a watch to tell the time now
And I got twenty karats in my Rolex
Lean with it lean with it rock with it rock with
That's some lean double cup with Ciroc with it
Lean with it lean with it rock with it rock with
We got Mannie on the beat bop-bop-bop-bop
With it bop with it
Shots fired somebody ran up in Juvie house
That's far sober enough to have spookin' out
And I got homies 'round that I got love for
But lookin' go through is so I don't root
They say **** you n***a n***a this gone hope you die
Hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty four gig i-Pod i-Pod
Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
Gon' head on and hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
Hate
Yeah yeah we back at it daddy
Stunna man you know there's always that one that'll hate
'Til you put that on his face you dig
Fresh you're a fool with it
