I hate you by TheRealThiccNicc Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye Thicc Nicc, uhhhhhh brand new track
Also I made a twitter so you can follow me on that
Even though no ones probably gonna do that
And also my lyrics I made a Genius page, uh yea lets do this
[Verse 1]
The fuck you've talkin bout me (me)
When I'm done you go and flee (flee)
I wish you would die
Just go say goodbye
You think that your cool and I ask myself why
I bet people think that you're gay
When you in church you gon pray (Jesus!)
Tryin to pray it away
But those legs they be shakin from all that ass play
No I ain't hatin I just find it funny
You make me feel sick got my hand on my stummy
You say you got money and makin that hunny
Let's see how you act when I show you my gunny now
Just kidding that's a low blow
Yea I bet you be jealous of my flow hoe
And after this verse you'll be put in a hearse
And I'll be pickin at your corpse like a motha fuckin crow bro
Your bitch she a no no
But I still beat it up like I'm Joe Joe
They try to catch me I'm like oh no, too slow
But I'm chillin in the motha fuckin snow yo
Your face a catastrophe
Your SoundCloud a disaster B
Oh yes now I see...
It all makes sense with one look at your family tree
Aye Thicc Nicc, uhhhhhh brand new track
Also I made a twitter so you can follow me on that
Even though no ones probably gonna do that
And also my lyrics I made a Genius page, uh yea lets do this
[Verse 1]
The fuck you've talkin bout me (me)
When I'm done you go and flee (flee)
I wish you would die
Just go say goodbye
You think that your cool and I ask myself why
I bet people think that you're gay
When you in church you gon pray (Jesus!)
Tryin to pray it away
But those legs they be shakin from all that ass play
No I ain't hatin I just find it funny
You make me feel sick got my hand on my stummy
You say you got money and makin that hunny
Let's see how you act when I show you my gunny now
Just kidding that's a low blow
Yea I bet you be jealous of my flow hoe
And after this verse you'll be put in a hearse
And I'll be pickin at your corpse like a motha fuckin crow bro
Your bitch she a no no
But I still beat it up like I'm Joe Joe
They try to catch me I'm like oh no, too slow
But I'm chillin in the motha fuckin snow yo
Your face a catastrophe
Your SoundCloud a disaster B
Oh yes now I see...
It all makes sense with one look at your family tree