"I Hate You I Love You" lyrics

"I Hate You I Love You"

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All this time is passing by
But I still can't seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
Don't want to, but I can't put
Nobody else above you

I hate the fact I had your back when nobody did (I did)
I hate the fact I told you how I feel and you ain't listen (No cap)
Right now I'm on the road
You think I'm fucking with these bitches? (Fuck)
I love the fact you a boss bitch and independent (No cap)
I always kept you my side since an adolescent
I got shot, you wasn't there, I thought you was my blessing
I even went to jail for you, thirty shot Smith & Wesson
Hollow tip my favorite kind, you was my essential (My essential)
Juvenile, running wild, we kept gettin' caught together
You asked why, girl, I told you "We locked in forever" (Forever)
And when we slide on the opps, it make your pussy wetter (Wetter)
But last nigga wasn't killin' shit, you said I do it better (Better)
You jammed on the last drill, you had me mad as fuck (Mad as fuck)
So when we get back to this house, I'ma beat that pussy up (Pussy up)
I broke you down part to part, I had to clean you up (Clean you up)
You my lil' soldier, so bipolar, why you mean as fuck?
I even went to jail for you, would go to hell for you (Hell for you)
Right now I'm trafficking, you know I kept the sale with you
You two-faced this, so I could never tell on you (Tell on you)
You always headshot niggas, it never failed with you (Failed with you)
Was on the block all night you never left a nigga (Left a nigga)
Every shootout you was there, never failed a nigga
And they mad, every stolen car I'm ridin' with her
And out here shooting fo'them, that's why I'm sliding with ya
When I was broke you stuck with me even in the drought
You don't care, anywhere, you will shoot it out (Shoot it out)
Remember when we separated, took a different route (Different route)
And I was mad as fuck, the police took you from my house (From my house)
Then I got another bitch, a lil' Gunna bitch (Gunna bitch)
Glock 23, jet 5 with a switch (Switch)
I put thirty shots on her, you know she love my dick
When I up it, gotta buss it, got me nuttin' quick (Quick)
We in the [?] let me give you head
I can't get caught with you 'cause I'm going fed (Fast)
But I gotta stay with you 'cause niggas want me dead (Dead)
We was robbin' shit together, kept the family fed
You so good swear I love yo' ass like a brother (Like a brother)
My own momma even said we was for each other (For each other)
Then you fuck around and get jealous when I bought that cutter (Bought that choppa)
You said you could never see me in love with another (I love my gun)

All this time is passing by (No cap)
But I still can't seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
Don't want to, but I can't put
Nobody else above you


Writer(s): Charles Jones, Endrit Idrizi, Jakob Hagemann
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