Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
(Ice Burgandy)
To be loved, to be loved, she just wants to be loved
She's in love with a thug popping bottles in the club
Smoking bud, roll it up, nothing underneath the ......
I'm polo'd up, Shawty looking at me like she wanna f**
Do my stuff, do my stuff, yeah I really do my stuff
She be telling me she love me I be telling her it's lust
See me on stage with new hoes and she be jealous as a f**
She say whatever you do I know you better wrap it up
She know like half of my crew that's with me traveling on the bus
She say I have a hand full of them cool, but the others I can trust
She don't really wanna leave me but she say she on the cusp
She asks if it's too much, Ice Burgundy for you to just...
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
(Waka Flocka Flame)
(bricksquaaad)
If I f**ed three of your friends, would you hate me?
But then buy you a diamond ring bit' would you love me?
It's just some sh** to think about
Never would they put the flame out, what the f** they thinking about?
I'ma put my chain out, show you what real love about
Got a car, got a house, with a dog and a picket fence... (haha)
I'm just bullsh**tin' baby girl, that's fairy tales
I got a b**h for every state, call it clientele
Man I hit them well, they call me bed breaker
BKA the leg shaker, Waka Flame I'ma break her...
Man that's some real sh** I don't need no bougie girls to run a hood b**h (Waka Flocka)
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
(French Montana)
(I'mma dope boy...)
Hey, got 20 racks I'm trying to blow
Shawty give me a head with an honour roll
Neck full of ice and time to go
n******gs in the streets 50 Thou' a show
Here's a little story about a n***a named Montana
Came on fresh about the gutter so that bu*ter (got that fanta?)
b**h fresh out the lot, spend the whole mill
A n***a bo dill' fresh out the shop, got that flow
Fresh off the pot, you know I get mine
Fresh off the top, pipping mane
Switchin' lanes
Got that work out the kitchen mane
Candy paint, grip the grain
If it it ain't my style I ain't switchin' mane
Big face money I love to (weight?)
Hate to love, you love to hate
I love that p**y, I love the face
Me and smurf, Gucci fly
Flyin' spur
Gucci tie
Me and burg'
Money first
All the b**hes love to walk
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me
Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me