50 Cent - Love, Hate, Love (Street King Energy Track #6) [2011] | Текст песни

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• Love, Hate, Love (Street King Energy Track #6) [2011]

Its the same ***, feel like a nigga having flashbacks
I might have crack in my *** crack
Back to that rubber handle, 38 special vandal
Play Godfather bitch, you get dead like Marlon Brando
These bars hit harder than hard times
My flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine
I’ll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch
Lets switch, I’ma swing hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers
Penitentiary style, big monster swag
Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag
Yeah niggas keep saying I’m back
It’s a fact ya shaken like ya *** got parkinsons, relax, confused
Acting like a white boy bored
Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
Nigga, why the f-ck ya pants so tight?
You tryna show niggas your ***, your alternative life
I’m hungry like I aint ate, I lost weight
On a highway its worth more outta state, I’m raw like Cypress
I could just kill a man
Blow from Mexico’s cartels…

[Chorus]
Hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don’t pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don’t pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
I wore green, emeralds and my watch face drippin
Nigga aint no safe safe when I start trippin
I might call my next LP Death of the weirdo?
I’m high, check my altitude, I’m lounging in the Lear home
Feel a buzz, a little coolaid and Codeine
I say getting your *** whipped is a sure thing
It aint safe in the war, the war I’m playing my shark tank
On the trip to the mall, made your bitch *** plank
I touched more p-ssy than maxipads
Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
Bitch just a second visit from the repo man
And you can’t afford your monthlys, I mean God ***
Man, you aint worth your shoes you standing in
When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in
You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
It’s been a while so I’m guessing you must’ve forgot
Once again you gorget, aint this some ***
You forgot about me bitch I wrote your hits
You know “how we do”, “hate it or love it” and nigga *** it I’m special
Thats why your *** say my verse


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