lirik lagu cash kidd – he hates my guts
[intro]
(cloudy beats)
i ain’t gon’ lie, n~gga, have you ever just wondered like
why the f~ck is this n~gga hatin’ on me so hard? like
then it be like a n~gga bully you done bullied in middle school or elementary
a n~gga who just lame as h~ll, dirty as h~ll, cuz, like, the f~ck?
then you think about it, think about the n~gga life
like sh~t, no wonder
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[chorus]
sometimes i wanna ask a n~gga, “why you hatin’ on me?”
but then i think about his life and that’s a statement for me
sometimes i wanna ho these n~ggas, but end up prayin’ for ’em
you really made him grab his scale and put an eighthy on it?
i’m showin’ off just for the opps, i know they day get lonely
i’m in they group chat gettin’ off, feel like they favorite cousin
i’m finna buy my mom a house so y’all can make more fun
i f~cked his b~tch and slapped his mans, he really hate my guts
[verse]
i’m ridin’ in a bulletproof, boy, get your paper up
your b~tch showed me her special trick, but she ain’t fake a punt
she love the gang, every thanksgiving got a plate for us
her mama made banana pudding, told her save me some
it broke my heart to cut you off ’cause you couldn’t make me nut
the smallest sh~t hurt me the most just like a papercut
empire sent so many wires, i could f~ck cable up
k!llers and scammers, boy, i mix crowds like brady bunch
i cut her off and said it’s me, i need to change myself
favorite eater just got married, finna hang myself
n~ggas mad in the club, broke, fake smilin’
boy, ask around, i wore your birthday ‘fit to mcdonalds
i did this without no help, n~ggas can’t compare us
feel like the new york jets, boy, don’t play, we airin’
ugly throwaway on me, had to tape the barrel
bl!ck got rust on the arm, but it ain’t ciara
i need like fifty more m’s ‘fore i think ’bout marriage
had to make ’em understand, n~ggas think i’m harriet
two hundred on my neck, boy, i don’t wanna talk to that
we do not know your musty ass, don’t even walk this way
i hit the ho that he been crushin’ on since middle school
she broke his puny lil’ heart, i’m mad she did that to him
it really irritate this dork inside to hear my music
i missed out on a corny fan, that n~gga seemed the coolest
i’m clutchin’ on that b~tch right now, but i don’t think you stupid
i shoot a n~gga in these pointers, now they think i’m cupid
i had a threesome with the wock’, i’m mixin’ juices
boy, your bands immature like marques houston
i made m’s from all my hustles, jack of all trades
scammed a goofy, i couldn’t help it, he just walked lame
turned the ho into a boss and now we all paid
i’m jumpin’ in the crowd like a baseball game
[chorus]
sometimes i wanna ask a n~gga, “why you hatin’ on me?”
but then i think about his life and that’s a statement for me
sometimes i wanna ho these n~ggas, but end up prayin’ for ’em
you really made him grab his scale and put an eighthy on it?
i’m showin’ off just for the opps, i know they day get lonely
i’m in they group chat gettin’ off, feel like they favorite cousin
i’m finna buy my mom a house so y’all can make more fun
i f~cked his b~tch and slapped his mans, he really hate my guts
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