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I hate you too Video (MV)




Performed By: Ki-YZ
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Keith Ferguson
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Ki-YZ - I hate you too Lyrics




Busy man going crazy
I came from the trenches, all that hating shit don't faze a nigga, and I ain't got
No son, so what the f*ck I look like playing with niggas
I put niggas on ian have shit , they tried to stab my back

Choppa by my side, I call a trap, I might just kill a rat
Brand new ego shit, so high they f*ck with me
Shout out Lil Rack
Say it's smoke, we spin they block and spin they block, might catch a hat

Smokin za, I'm stuck again, like, f*ck a op them niggas wack

Drop a hit and drop again, they say, Yz he go back to back
It don't matter what I do, I know they gon' watch my moves
Tell the ops to check the score, they be trying to call a truce

Ain't no telling me to go, just let me do what I do
I don't do no back and forth, you hate me, then I hate you too
I throw my eight im with the guys, I keep that stick right by my side
Don't worry about me, I'll be alright

I
I don't do no bad before if you hate me then I hate you too
I throw my 8 on with the guys, I keep that still, I drive by side, don't worry about me I'll be alright

I'm smiling loud but down inside I don't know why somebody help, but I feel better by myself
I put in pain then put it real, don't give my shit no one to blame
But I don't try this shit too easy, walk in B's and sound cheesy
And I'll kill you in a blue tee, see a hoe so I don't need her

Cripsy you a dick eater, you got pay me for a feature, extra grain
You a off block but you're funny, swear to God I make me insane
Tryna make myself a name, Diamonds Boyz say Johnny Dang
I came from the trenches, all that hating shit don't phase niggas

And I ain't got no son, so what the f*ck I look like playing with niggas
I put niggas on when they have shit, they try to stab my back
Chopper by my side, I call it trap, I might just kill a rat
Run away, go shit, so how they f*ck with me, shout out Loretta

Say it's smoke, we spin it, block it, spin it, block my cash and hat
Smokin' Zion, stuck again, like f*ck an art, no nigga wet
Drop a hit and drop again, they say why is he gon' back to back
It don't matter what I do, I know they gon' watch my moves

Tell the officer check the scope, they be tryna call the troops
Ain't no tellin' me to go, just let me do what I do
I don't do no back and forth, you hate me then I hate you too
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English

Busy man going crazy
I came from the trenches, all that hating shit don't faze a nigga, and I ain't got
No son, so what the f*ck I look like playing with niggas
I put niggas on ian have shit , they tried to stab my back

Choppa by my side, I call a trap, I might just kill a rat
Brand new ego shit, so high they f*ck with me
Shout out Lil Rack
Say it's smoke, we spin they block and spin they block, might catch a hat

Smokin za, I'm stuck again, like, f*ck a op them niggas wack

Drop a hit and drop again, they say, Yz he go back to back
It don't matter what I do, I know they gon' watch my moves
Tell the ops to check the score, they be trying to call a truce

Ain't no telling me to go, just let me do what I do
I don't do no back and forth, you hate me, then I hate you too
I throw my eight im with the guys, I keep that stick right by my side
Don't worry about me, I'll be alright

I
I don't do no bad before if you hate me then I hate you too
I throw my 8 on with the guys, I keep that still, I drive by side, don't worry about me I'll be alright

I'm smiling loud but down inside I don't know why somebody help, but I feel better by myself
I put in pain then put it real, don't give my shit no one to blame
But I don't try this shit too easy, walk in B's and sound cheesy
And I'll kill you in a blue tee, see a hoe so I don't need her

Cripsy you a dick eater, you got pay me for a feature, extra grain
You a off block but you're funny, swear to God I make me insane
Tryna make myself a name, Diamonds Boyz say Johnny Dang
I came from the trenches, all that hating shit don't phase niggas

And I ain't got no son, so what the f*ck I look like playing with niggas
I put niggas on when they have shit, they try to stab my back
Chopper by my side, I call it trap, I might just kill a rat
Run away, go shit, so how they f*ck with me, shout out Loretta

Say it's smoke, we spin it, block it, spin it, block my cash and hat
Smokin' Zion, stuck again, like f*ck an art, no nigga wet
Drop a hit and drop again, they say why is he gon' back to back
It don't matter what I do, I know they gon' watch my moves

Tell the officer check the scope, they be tryna call the troops
Ain't no tellin' me to go, just let me do what I do
I don't do no back and forth, you hate me then I hate you too
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Writer: Keith Ferguson
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