My Hatin' Joint

Nigga just be wanting all the hoes sometimes

Nigga want every last one of these bitches

Nigga do anything for a bitch

I had to tell the bitch, you nah mean?

Look at you, now look at me, now look at him, now back at me

I'm saying tho, I ain't tryna be a nigga, what you playing for?

Came up from the bottom, yeah, that hoover figg

Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick

And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve

We can head up to the crib old girl, just say the word

Got some purp, got some henny, got my penis too

Have you ignoring his calls when you fuck with q

Drop your panties to the floor, down below your feet

Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see, you should fuck with me, huh

Man that nigga, that nigga he can't protect ya

Remember when he had left and you took him back from that heffa

And then he did it again and tried to fuck on your friend

And got caught up once with your kin, I'm saying tho

That nigga like shit, thirsty for the bitches, sagging my pants and shit

Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch

Word around that nigga q in town

I heard it's for a show, but let me call my ho

They be like: Bitch you bet' not be out with them nigga!

Oh, oh, soon as she hang up with 'em

She like: There he go, I be swag from head to toe

Sometimes I ain't gotta hate, she know that my paper grown

Polo shirts and polo drawers, polo socks, they matching too

Ooh, with the finest weed, I show you what these og's do

Super duper triple o, can't see me with a telescope

I just wanna dick her down, tell me what's the verdict though

I just swag so fucking hard, she bringing up her nigga

I beats the pussy up, girl you my main contender

See you keep bringing up him and then he be hanging with them

And then they be hanging with her when he really should be with you

What I do, see he can't do, this is true

You should tell that nigga you through, I'm saying tho

Like, nigga like, shit, I don't know, shit

I had to nigga, the bitch was bad, nigga, shit, I had to get that one

Fresh up out the studio like can I live

Looking for a ho so I can break her ribs

I'm saying tho, I got a couple hundreds, what it's hitting fo'

A rack of condoms and some fire girl lit

Now dim the lights and let me see you do your shit

(Face down, ass up) fuck me good

Cause ain't no nigga out here fuck you like I could

Grip you by your hand, waist, pillow to face

Satisfaction at its highest point, I set the stakes

Plus, a nigga over there with tammy and 'em

Giving that bitch all your time, why you deal with him? You oughta win

See that nigga there is a loser, besides my dick is a ruler

I bring it to ya, and plus he be with them bitches

And treating you like them bitches, you his main or his mistress?

I don't get it, how you living? I'm saying tho

I don't give a fuck, bruh, like I said

The bitch was bad, bruh, I hit it, bad cuh

I had to hit it, a nigga was cheating on her anyway

Definitely cheating on her

My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint

Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint

My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint

Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint

My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint

Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint

My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint

Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint