Clyde Carson - Don't Hate lyrics

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Clyde Carson - Don't Hate lyrics

[Hook] I'm that b**h, that b**h, that b**h That b**h, that b**h, that b**h, don't hate, don't hate [Verse 1] Bomb, that bomb Yeah, I'm always smokin' that bomb Gettin' money, real long I'm always gettin' chased by King Kong I'm that b**h he on He likin' on me, he wanna wife me I'm hella icy, we hella saucy We hella bossy, what it cost me? Please, who's lookin' at tags these days? I heard you went broke, you a charity case What you're layin' next to can't compare to this face Can't walk in my shoes, can't stand in my space b**h, I'm a one of one, you a dime a dozen Don't call me if it ain't about the money I'ma get it if I motherf**in' want it Pull the credit card out, tell 'em run it [Hook] I'm that b**h, that b**h, that b**h That b**h, that b**h, that b**h, don't hate, don't hate I'm that b**h, that b**h, that b**h That b**h, that b**h, that b**h, don't hate, don't hate [Verse 2] Stylin', profilin' Everybody in the clique be wildin' Umbrellas in my drink on an island All you beat up hoes, throw the towel in Money just pilin' Hella shows across the country Slim waist but always hungry Is that why you say you want me? 'Cause I'm gettin' that cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake Tell me put it in his face, face, face, face, face He be, he be goin' cray, cray, cray, cray, cray Yeah, we do this every day, day, day, day, day Tell 'em run it [Hook] I'm that b**h, that b**h, that b**h That b**h, that b**h, that b**h, don't hate, don't hate I'm that b**h, that b**h, that b**h That b**h, that b**h, that b**h, don't hate, don't hate [Verse 3] Chanel slippers, male strippers I don't f** with it, I like thug sh** He get rough with me, I get rough back I got him stuck to my walls like a thumbtack Done tacked, in my car Windows up, my pockets fat I ain't gotta prove I can rap I'm that b**h that he askin' 'bout, yup Lil D Love from the nerds and the triple OGs Need about a OZ, rollin' with the whole team Red cup full of heem, I'm your man's wet dream That cream, that money I'ma get it if I motherf**in' want it I admit it, I'm addicted to the stuntin' Pull the credit card out, tell 'em run it [Hook] I'm that b**h, that b**h, that b**h That b**h, that b**h, that b**h, don't hate, don't hate I'm that b**h, that b**h, that b**h That b**h, that b**h, that b**h, don't hate, don't hate

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