"I Hate You" lyrics
Anth & Corey Nyell Lyrics
Ladies and gentleman
This is a love song
To my angel
I bet you probably wonder who that is
Well
If you're crazy as fuck
Then it could be you
Okay, well now here we go
Met a little pretty thing out of Puerto Rico
She was everything I wanted
Thought I needed the most
But when they claim to be an angel
Then they probably a hoe
Hold up, you say she a hoe?
Damn right, she a hoe
The type that Nate Dogg was talking about in "Area Codes"
And now I'm feeling all embarrassed all in front of my bros
'Cause every single one of them keeps saying
"Man, I told you so!"
God damn, okay, what's a rapper to do?
You run your mouth about me, I'll make a song about you
And don't you dare try to sit here and tell me that it ain't true
Even your so called friends all say that you do
But it's cool
'Cause here I am saying "please take me back"
'Cause I could use some new material to write some new raps
And I could use some inspiration just to get a new plaque
So hit me up if you're down for that?
I'd rather go and bungee jump without a rope off a cliff
I'd rather go let Stevie Wonder drive me home in a whip
I'd rather drink with Jeffrey Dahmer, spend the night at his crib
I swear that I would rather die than get back with you again
I hate you
Oo, ah, ah
Man this shit is bananas
Double life and personalities, you Hannah Montana
How you gonna cheat on me with every dude out in Tampa
Then come back and get mad at me because I cheated with Anna
Hold up, you cheated with Anna?
Of course I cheated with Anna
I bet you thought I'd never say it on a song
Wouldn't man up
What did you think?
That I would feed my fans some fake propaganda?
I let a woman cheat on me first 'cause your boy got manners
You fucked Kevin, and Kyle, and Dean
Carlos, and Kal, and Ali
Whatever number you say
Multiply that by 3
Add a 0 to that
Then double that to see
The real total number
Wait... that's more than me
I'd rather go and bungee jump without a rope off a cliff
I'd rather go let Stevie Wonder drive me home in a whip
I'd rather drink with Jeffrey Dahmer, spend the night at his crib
I swear that I would rather die than get back with you again
I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I'm just playing baby
You know I love you
Biatch!
This is a love song
To my angel
I bet you probably wonder who that is
Well
If you're crazy as fuck
Then it could be you
Okay, well now here we go
Met a little pretty thing out of Puerto Rico
She was everything I wanted
Thought I needed the most
But when they claim to be an angel
Then they probably a hoe
Hold up, you say she a hoe?
Damn right, she a hoe
The type that Nate Dogg was talking about in "Area Codes"
And now I'm feeling all embarrassed all in front of my bros
'Cause every single one of them keeps saying
"Man, I told you so!"
God damn, okay, what's a rapper to do?
You run your mouth about me, I'll make a song about you
And don't you dare try to sit here and tell me that it ain't true
Even your so called friends all say that you do
But it's cool
'Cause here I am saying "please take me back"
'Cause I could use some new material to write some new raps
And I could use some inspiration just to get a new plaque
So hit me up if you're down for that?
I'd rather go and bungee jump without a rope off a cliff
I'd rather go let Stevie Wonder drive me home in a whip
I'd rather drink with Jeffrey Dahmer, spend the night at his crib
I swear that I would rather die than get back with you again
I hate you
Oo, ah, ah
Man this shit is bananas
Double life and personalities, you Hannah Montana
How you gonna cheat on me with every dude out in Tampa
Then come back and get mad at me because I cheated with Anna
Hold up, you cheated with Anna?
Of course I cheated with Anna
I bet you thought I'd never say it on a song
Wouldn't man up
What did you think?
That I would feed my fans some fake propaganda?
I let a woman cheat on me first 'cause your boy got manners
You fucked Kevin, and Kyle, and Dean
Carlos, and Kal, and Ali
Whatever number you say
Multiply that by 3
Add a 0 to that
Then double that to see
The real total number
Wait... that's more than me
I'd rather go and bungee jump without a rope off a cliff
I'd rather go let Stevie Wonder drive me home in a whip
I'd rather drink with Jeffrey Dahmer, spend the night at his crib
I swear that I would rather die than get back with you again
I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I, I, I hate you
I'm just playing baby
You know I love you
Biatch!
