Paroles officielles de la chanson «Hate It» : Afu-Ra

Compositeurs : Jonathan Cohen, Philippe Ducarre
Auteurs : Afu-Ra
Chanteurs : Afu-Ra
Éditeurs : Music Star Line
Albums :

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Hate It"

Yeah you know I hate it when they talking that shit about me me me me me
Yeah I know you hate it when they talking that shit about you you you you you
Yeah I know you hate it when they talking that shit about you you … And it ain’t true true true
So you know I hate it when they talking that shit about me me … Trying to be me me me

Some people know nothing
Talking open they mouth
Fixing their lips to talk bad
What they don’t know about
All caught up in that he say she say
Drama kings and queens we see them every day
They never keep to many friends
But the friends they have is just like them
Nuff ammunition for the bla bla crap
These types of cats in my hood is a rap
Ooh yeah don’t let umm get to drinking
Cause the shit in their mouth really start stinking
He got she got, check it, they got
They always talking about how much shit they got, why not
They bodies fill up with the miss education (You got a big mouth)
And it’s working on my patience
You see you might stay away from peoples like these
Just let they ass blow away like the breeze

CHORUS

Poison tongue bark a lot of nothing
Womb to the coffin
Lips flappin’ like a bird wings flappin’
Ya might catch a cap in ya rass whole for yapping
Can’t watch TV ‘cause nobody else can be talking
When you was a kid must a got beat for talking
From ya momma in the kitchen when trying make her some muffins
Or from ya dad when talking when grown folks is talking
When you lied to the private school teacher like it was nothing
Somebody gone clap ya mouth shut for talking
Don’t say nothing you know what really just get to stepping

Yeah I know you hate it when they talking that shit about you you … And it ain’t true true true
So you know I hate it when they talking that shit about me me … Trying to be me me me

You lie about your sex game, lie about your salary
Please spare me, don’t even lie to me
You live with you moms
You say you got your own apartment
When ask you where you work
You say the executive department
Just want you to feel me you just full of bull
I getting really six of that fake shit you pulled
Ask me for a smoke you got a whole pack of cigarettes
Eat up in my crib put nothing in the frig
Sorry for pulling your card for that fake ghettoness
That shit yo that shit get me pissed
Hate a motherfucker big mouth always open
If there was an award you can get one for talking
You got a big mouth, you got a big mouth big mouth

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