Songtexte Hbk - AntDaDon

You forgot how close hate is to love
You don't know what you're saying, Catherine
You never loved me. You knew that I loved you, and you used that
Catherine, stop talking like a child
We're playing for countries now
Yes, we are, aren't we
This is a gun in my hand, Rudolph
I'd advise you to be careful what you say
Well, rather melodramatic, aren't you

Yeah, go and get that paper, go get your money, nigga
Acting like you tough up in these streets when you a funny nigga
You broke, boy? Yeah, you just always on the corner, nigga
Double D's on the bottom of the chop look like a Tommy nigga
Yeah, fucking on these hoes, call me a city boy
Racks up on a nigga, might just go up on a city tour
Hillbilly-ass nigga, yeah, you know we call him Silly Boy
Moncler on the coat for wherever I get chilly boy

Yeah, I'ma always keep on making noise
Dooly truck full of guns, we ain't talking Nerf toys
I just body slammed a nigga bitch, I slammed her to the backboard
Pour a deuce of the Wok, now this shit been oozing out my pores
Bitch, I'm married to the money, me and money never getting divorced
That bitch there been expired, how you niggas fall in love with whores?
Bitch, I been inspired, roll the opps up when I'm bored
You a long jumper, nigga, but you never jumped up off the porch

Diamonds on the chain, yeah, they came wet
Why all of the baddest hoes, always got the same sex
I never sip the green, give me Wok or a pint of Tris
Every time a nigga drop this shit, a hit this shit don't never miss
I ain't on parole, cause I know I got the dirty piss
Money for these shows and I wish I could buy Activis
We sold them four aspirin, now that boy thinkin he lit
I'm the heartbreak kid, hit the bitch with a super kick