"My Hatin' Joint" lyrics
"My Hatin' Joint"
Nigga just be wanting all the hoes sometimes. Nigga want every last one of these bitches. Nigga do anything for a bitch. I had to tell the bitch, you nah mean?
Q, look at you, now look at me, now look at him, now back at me
I'm saying tho, I ain't tryna be your nigga, what you playing for?
Came up from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up to the crib old girl, just say the word
Got some purp, got some Henny, got my penis too
Have you ignoring his calls when you fuck with Q
Drop your panties to the floor, down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and shit, let me see, you should fuck with me, huh
Man that nigga, that nigga he can't protect ya
Remember when he had left and you took him back from that heffa
And then he did it again and tried to fuck on your friend
And got caught up once with your kin, I'm saying tho
That nigga like... shit, thirsty for the bitches, sagging my pants and shit. Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch
Word around that nigga Q in town
I heard it's for a show, but let me call my ho
They be like, "Bitch you bet' not be out with them nigga!"
Oh, oh, soon as she hang up with 'em
She like "There He Go". I be swagged from head to toe
Sometimes I ain't gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks, they matching too
Ooh, with the finest weed, I show you what these OGs do
Super duper triple Loc, can't see me with a telescope
I just wanna dick her down, tell me what's the verdict though
I just swag so fucking hard, she bringing up her nigga
I beats the pussy up, girl you my main contender
See you keep bringing up him and then he be hanging with them
And then they be hanging with her when he really should be with you
What I do, see he can't do, this is true
You should tell that nigga you through, I'm saying tho
Like, nigga like, shit, I don't know, shit, I had to nigga, the bitch was bad, nigga, shit, I had to get that one
Fresh up out the studio like "Can I Live"
Looking for a ho so I can break her ribs
I'm saying tho, I got a couple hundreds, what it's hitting for
A rack of condoms and some fire, girl lit
Now dim them lights and let me see you do your shit
(Face down, ass up) Fuck me good
'Cause can't no nigga out here fuck you like I could
Grip you by your hair and waist, pillow to face
Satisfaction at its highest point, I set the stakes
Plus, your nigga over there with Tammy 'nem
Giving that bitch all your time, why you deal with him? You oughta win
See that nigga there is a loser, besides my dick is a ruler
I bring it to ya, and plus he be with them bitches
And treating you like them bitches, you his main or his mistress?
I don't get it, how you living? I'm saying tho
I don't give a fuck, bruh, like I said, the bitch was bad, bruh, I hit it, bad cuh, I had to hit it, a nigga was cheating on her anyway, definitely cheating on her
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
Writer(s): Michael Len Williams, Quincey Hanley
- AZLyrics
- S
- ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
album:
"Habits & Contradictions" (2012)
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