paroles de chanson Hate (feat. Juvenile & Tunechi) - Mannie Fresh, Juvenile & Tunechi
Aye,
aye,
Fresh,
Stunna
Man,
we
back
at
it
daddy
Them
nias
be
hating
on
me
man
2016,
summertime
shine,
stunting
on
em
Let
me
tell
you
the
type
of
st
they
say
about
me
(–
Juvenile)
They
say
fk
you
nia,
hate
you
nia,
hope
you
die
Hope
you
catch
the
stroke
and
nobody
know
why
I'ma
stay
connected
like
the
wifi
Need
her
like
a
64
gig
iPod
puy
nia
Hate,
hate,
hate,
hate,
hate,
hate,
hate
Gon
head
on
and
Hate,
hate,
hate,
hate,
hate,
hate,
hate
(1
– Mannie
Fresh,
Lil
Wayne
&
Juvenile)
When
I
get
this
money
I'ma
kill
em
20/20
vision
to
nias
who
ain't
want
to
see
me
with
it
Nia
fk
ya
Don't
make
my
trigger
smart
nias
go
dumb-
dumb
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Take
me
where
these
hoes
at,
Adderall
and
Prozac
I'm
so
fking
focused
in
this
bih
I
just
can't
hold
back
Tell
em
bring
that
money
bag,
beast
mode,
running
back
Big
Tymer,
Ferragamo,
Juvinino
where
you
at?
All
I
do
is
get
it,
dude
you
never
get
it
You
be
in
your
feelin's
too,
my
dude
you're
so
pathetic
You
got
too
much
sugar
in
your
blood,
diabetic
You're
sick
you
got
the
hate
disease
and
I
ain't
tryna
get
it,
no
Mixing
Cristal
and
Ciroc
I
need
a
name
for
it,
call
it
Chris
Rock
I'm
in
this
motherfker
looking
like
a
pile
of
some
guap
Come
make
a
name
for
yourself
and
puy
pop,
puy
pop
(Repeat)
(2
– Mannie
Fresh,
Lil
Wayne
&
Juvenile)
Nia
got
your
old
girl
napping
with
the
whole
world
Trust
me,
just
me,
referee
and
blow
girl
That's
that
boy
BM,
hit
me
in
the
DM
Bust
that
fking
puy
wide
open
AM
to
the
PM
But
that's
another
story
though
and
I
ain't
tryna
tell
it
Now
it's
on,
now
you're
hanging
out
with
dime
rock
Betty
And
Betty
she
don't
know
no
better,
shoot
up
dope
or
smoke
whatever
Used
to
be
my
homie,
now
you're
mad
cause
we
don't
roll
together?
We're
the
real
nia
And
I
don't
give
a
fk
if
they
was
real
sisters
These
nias
think
they
on,
hit
the
kill
switches
Money
coming
bih,
my
palms
and
my
heels
itching,
yeah
yeah
(Repeat)
(3
– Mannie
Fresh,
Lil
Wayne
&
Juvenile)
You
be
hating
on
a
nia
like
police
nia
You
be
barking,
you
ain't
nothing
but
a
Maltise
nia
When
these
sharks
out,
we'll
see
you
they'll
be
your
teeth
nia
It's
Tune
and
Juvie
we
got
Mannie
on
the
beat
nia
You
M-A-D
nia,
yeah
You
don't
want
to
see
me
with
a
dime
out
You
don't
want
to
say
that
I
couldn't
afford
shit
You
don't
even
have
a
watch
to
tell
the
time
now
And
I
got
20
karats
in
my
Rolex
Nia
lean
with
it,
nia
rock
with
it
That's
some
lean
double
cup
with
Ciroc
with
it
Nia
lean
with
it,
nia
rock
with
it
We
got
Mannie
on
the
beat,
bop-bop-bop
with
it
Shots
fired,
somebody
ran
up
in
Juvie
house
That's
far
sober
enough
to
have
nias
spooking
out
And
I
got
homies
round
that
I
got
love
for
But
nias
go
through
shit
so
I
don't
root
em
out
(Repeat)
(–
Birdman)
Yeah,
yeah,
we
back
at
it
daddy
Stunna
man,
you
know
there's
always
that
one
that'll
hate
Till
you
put
a
choppa
in
his
face,
you
dig?
Fresh
you're
a
fool
with
it
hehe
by
elvis
kiprop
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