D DEE kid - Let Me Hate You

You should let me love you, let me be the one to give you anything you want and need, a very good loving person
Ah, toold your ass to fuckin' listen, double back with a drac, blow head off like some spinach, ayy
Bitch, I'm on your fuckin' ass today, I just fuckin' hit on Bodhi, bust his head just like a grape
Ah, always on this fuckin' screamin' shit, my lungs fuckin' up, I just hit a fuckin' blinker
Bitch
Caught him at the fuckin' movies, assassinate his ass like Lincoln, shot him in the fuckin' chest, I got his heart to stop that beatin
Bitch, ah, you a snitch, told the fuckin' feds I had a gun with a switch
Ah, that shit made me fuckin' pissed, hit his ass in the mouth, now that pussy got a lisp
You fuckin' bitch, you fuckin' snitch, fuck your clit, finna hit on pig, he put your ass in a ditch
I got a Drake in a back, knock off all this fuckin' fat, now your mama lookin' at you while you sittin' in your cast
I ain't fuckin' done with your ass, I'm comin' for your fuckin' mom and your dad
I'm puttin' sticky bombs on the bottom of your kitchen table, every opp I got, I know they name, just like Akinator
Bitch, I ain't no genie, I'm a motherfuckin' demon, walkin' round with my glizzy, finna fuckin' squeeze the trigger
Bullets spinnin' and it's head, I blew that shit off like a whistle
Hit him with a fuckin' bus, I got that magic like Miss Frizzy
Leave him leakin', aka, leave him bleedin
How they bitch gon' tell me to hang out with her when she on her period
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I take that shit really serious
Ah, why the fuck you think I'm screamin'
I'ma come for your ass, Dawson, better get to speakin
Better hit up on your bros, cause this shit gon' get wicked
I ain't talkin' bout nardo, I'ma really hit your kidney
Bitch, I don't mean to hurt your feelings
I can't help my heart got cold over all these fuckin' bitches
Just listen, I'ma eat your ass like spinach
Put you in a fuckin' bag, leave your ass without a image
Ah, then I still ain't fuckin' finished
I'ma feed you to my dogs, bitch, that's a fuckin' dinner
Woke up in the fuckin' morning, seen they ass was gettin' bigger
Fuckin' on your fuckin' bitch, she said your ass can't even finger
Uhhh Now I took a fuckin' breath
Bitch, wait till I hit you with this blick
In the head, hoe
I ain't playin', you dead to me
Your bitch gave me fuckin' head
We ain't even fuckin' talk, I just threw her on the bed
And that bitch so deep, seen her shakin' in her legs
Take your head off of your neck, when I see you, bitch, you dead

Written by:
Dalton Cross

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