Текст песни I H8 U - Duley

If I loved you once you know you got my heart forever
Cupid shot me with a 223 it came with a suppressor
An I hope you know I mean it I don't play with those four letters
Put it on 5 you gon' get carried by 6 if you ever press her
7/11 still impress her even though she love the finer things
Get her a meal and make sure she ate you know the minor things
Voice like an Angel when she was nine she helped the choir sing
Got no heart she made of Tin but she want some designer frames

Got a girl she want some Christian but she always trying to cross too much
I know my bitch still love me even though I don't talk too much
Even though I always win it still feel like a nigga lost too much
I ain't mind paying for love until I found that shit cost too much

All this time I heard your lies claiming that you gang but you ain't certified
Like how you know SD$ but ain't heard of 5
I know you just be acting let the curtains rise

I hate you I
You know that I
I
But I
Sometimes I wish I ain't

I hate you, I made you, You know that I saved you
I loved you, but I dubbed you
Sometimes I wish I ain't fuck you
I hate you I made you You know that I saved you
I loved you, but I dubbed you
Sometimes I wish I ain't fuck you

Wish I never fucked you like Lil Baby we was close friends
Can't blame it on communication it was bad on both ends
Don't even block me on your phone you just gonna leave my ass on open
But you wanna hit my phone every time you see that the dope in

All this time I heard your lies claiming that you gang but you ain't certified
Like how you know SD$ but ain't heard of 5
I know you just be acting let the curtains rise

I (hate you)
I (made you)
You know that I (saved you)
I (loved you)
But I (dubbed you)
Sometimes I wish I ain't yea

If I loved you once you know you got my heart forever
Cupid shot me wit a 223 it came with a suppressor
An I hope you know I mean it I don't play with those four letters
Put it on 5 you gon' get carried by 6 if you ever press her
7/11 still impress her even though she love the finer things
Get her a meal and make sure she ate you know the minor things
Voice like an Angel when she was nine she helped the choir sing
Got no heart she made of Tin but she want some designer frames
She want some designer frames
I said she want some designer frames
Yea Hol' up
I hate you, I made you, You know that I saved you
I loved you, but I dubbed you
Sometimes I wish I ain't
Naw