Prince Xen - Love Me, Hate Me

Rah, rah rah rah
Yeya, yeya
Rah rah rah
Rah, yeh

My backdoor bro said he got my lil bruvah
Sip from my cup
It's the blood from no other
I got the stock boy
Came in 2 colors
When pictures be clickin
Its word to my mother
How you gon front on me
Had to dub her
The way that you now
Lil girl you a sucka
Cook it like supper
I got the strap in the strap of my waist so I call it my tucker

He got the hiccups
I see the way that you holdin ya stick up
Boy you not pushin no smoke
You get hit up
You can get dragged on ya face like a pick up
He got the trap with the mace how he lit up
My dog don't lack with tape
He get bit up
He can get smacked in his place
Thats a hitta
Why that man holdin his hate
Pick ya chin up
He had to sit up

Boy you can't stop this chop when it rip
Way he be wildin
He wanna get lit
Got my fellas all stylin
We pull up in drip
Got the denim on denim
We making it fit
Bark like a dog and we making you sit
Drip in my crocs
Come and take me a flick
Make change in their ways when im throwing the tips
Cus the hate in this place got me feeling the tricks

Move forsaken
I still be steppin when fellas be hatin
Huff on my opps how im smokin on satan
He try to play w the drop but im taken
Way that im talkin be havin him shaking ah, yeyâ
Way that i'm talkin be having him shaking uh

Yeya, rah rah rah

Written by:
Jacob Rojas

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