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Hate You More Lyrics

Lloyd Banks – Hate You More Lyrics

Now she thinks she know me
Problem is I know her too
Separation the solution
We both don't know what we do
Hating bitches want some hating
When I told her bring 'em through
That is sneaky, they email me
Call her text and pay too
Stuck my dick in every city
But I always feeling used
Stick around when I got high
But you reveal when I was cool
And I was young, dumb, full of con
Greedy bitches pullin' some
Click and run, reputation foul than the hood I'm from
She thinks she working me
She must think I'm stupid
Ain't no joking me
We gon' take that cupid
Fuck you won't take advantage
Of who I rode the blue grind
Hanging out with my surrey
Get that pussy up and roof it
No may pass all of you can
They don't make me day
Like they is bentley when I coupe it
With that in mind it's hard
To get blinded behind the music
Even if I had a heart
I work hard ain't no time to use it
And that day is exclusive

There you go again, acting like you go me
Got mad enough to flick
Country off, nobody gonna play me like a looser
I'mma play them bitches first
Here the loss me, acting like a foolish missing pers
Now get off me, nah ain't no way to make it work
It will cost me, always knew it all
That's my curse, what you faking for
Crazy how you telling me you hate me
I think I hate you more
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you, I hate you
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you
I think I hate you more

[Verse 2:]
You used to light me up
Grind me shit, move the fire
You got movies back the skeletons
And you's a liar
Just someone you callin'
To get the nut out, open the plier
I don't think the loyal bitch has come out
My foolish priors
Prior with this niggas paper
And she knew better
Then she knew I'll always be major
This is caught in the wind and the grill
Average behaviour, you don't want to sit by yourself
You want someone to save you
Well save that for the next man
My next plan is to player
You play for one of them teams
You got the best change to slay 'em
Play 'em down by the layer
Benjamin Franklin makes the world go round
Throws the cowards probably carrots and merry
That's how they all go down
Don't come around me cause I'm too cold
You may be prepared for what the truth holds
Complex technicality grabbing me through this loop hole
And no actuality, rather me and my coup gone
Gone from the bullshit

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