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Yo, Hate on me, yuh Hate on me, yuh Hate on me Hate on me, yuh yuh Hate on me, yuh Hate on me, yuh Hate on me, yuh yuh Hate on me Bitch, hate on me I weathered the storm, now it rain on me If I'm in the street then that thang on me I can’t let em bully or gang on me Bad as a bitch hit the frame on me The grammar, my neck let it hang low g yuh [?] Bitch I'm bbymutha Cheque all in my box like other yuh Bet my nigga pretty, bet your nigga ain't Bet my closet shitting on them tacky ass designers Bet I’m finer They be wining, dining Bet you wanna know the secret Bet I keep it Bet you can't believe it Bet I make you weep and kiss my feet Yuh, bet I'm harder than these bitches on the interwebs SongtexteBet I snatch your baby Bet I drive her crazy bet I yuh Bet I'm raising hell, I'm still the Devil What the fuck they thought Bet I'm hot as ever Bet I'm clever, bet my Birkin bought Bet my money long, it match my dong My dong, it match my thong Bet it's powder pink I make her cum all on the kitchen sink Bet I’m popping like a roller rink I’m smart, I love to think Bet none of these hoes can fuck with me I punish, I'm a king Yuh I love it when all these bitches row without me [?] Yassss, queen! I love it when I let these bitches talk about me We stan! I love it when they let the world revolve around me We stan, we stan a Black queen! I don’t work for you I work for me, bitch Hate on me, yuh, yuh Hate on me, yuh (Lil bitch) Hate on me (What's my name?) Hate on me, yuh yuh (Say it with your chest) Hate on me, yuh (Bitch!) Hate on me, yuh (What's my name?) Hate on me, yuh yuh (Say it with your chest) Bitch, hate on me I just did a line out with drain on me [?] Kicking my feet up and staying low key My bitch fell asleep, made her skeet times three Thugging in hell with the shell on me Thick [?] and he eat like it's kale on me yuh Bitch gon’ let her Twitter get her served like Sunday dinner yuh Bet you bitches starving Bet I'm eating good Bet I'm 'bout that action Shooting fye, I wish a nigga would Bet I'm good in any hood The realest bitches fuck with me Bet I'm off the drugs, I need a hug I'm feeling extra geeked Bet I'm Rosa Parks, you hoes can go and find another seat Bet you buy the album when I drop Because you bitches stink I'm just speaking facts It cost a couple racks to beef with me Gotta pay my Orkin man These roaches ain't gon' leave for free All you bitches jokes to me Yo frontal like a hoax to me You can't get on my level 'Cause that's not where you supposed to be You spill the tea, I sell the tea It's cool, we just a different breed All you hoes gon' learn to check your lipstick 'Fore you come for me Bitch I love it when all these bitches row without me [?] Oh my god yes! She did that! I love it when I let these bitches talk about me My spirit animal! I love it when they let the world revolve around me Oop, and I oop, and I oop - I love it! I don't work for you I work for me, bitch Hate on me, yuh, yuh Hate on me, yuh Hate on me (Bitch, what's my name?) Hate on me, yuh yuh (Say it with your chest) Hate on me, yuh (Bitch!) Hate on me, yuh (What's my name?) Hate on me, yuh yuh (Say it with your chest) Oh my god, so I was totally listening to the queen, Bbymutha And she just makes me feel so fucking empowered, like...Haha, and I oop. I just feel like the baddest bitch! Like I can do anything, you know? I asked her to collab with, with Michael Jackson, and she blocked me! What a bitch! Aus Songtexte Mania