Chaz Gotti

Chaz Gotti - Hate lyrics

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(Prod. by Will-A-Fool & Bobby Kritical)

Ft. K Camp

(Intro: Chaz Gotti)

How can ya hate on yo man?

Too busy fucked up on Xans

How can ya hate on yo man?

Too busy fucked up on Xans

(Hook: Chaz Gotti)

I got rich before my idol

Know he mad, he seen me popping

Fix yo face, I see ya pouting

Spent a check in Neiman Marcus

How can ya hate on yo man?

Too busy fucked up on Xans

Watch who ya callin' yo friend

They might take the food out yo hand

(Verse: Chaz Gotti)

How can ya hate on yo man?

How can ya stay with yo man?

How can ya eat off yo man?

Watch what ya say to his homies

Get a badder bitch, ya turn her phony

Hate when yo man’s yo opponent

Put in work with a nigga

Then they end up tellin' on ya

Started from the bottom in the trenches with a nigga

Fucked up my wrist with my nigga

Shot my first stick with my nigga

I hate that I called him my nigga

I jumped out a Porsche and a coupe

I’m still with the same crew

Some niggas red, some are blue

Some niggas fake, some true

(Hook)

(Verse 2: K Camp)

Watch who you’re callin' yo friends

Watch how I flex in a Benz

Watch how I turn up on niggas again and again and again and again

Hey if I like it I spend

Really no need to pretend

That nigga Gotti my kin

I’m mixing the juice, that’s a hell of a blend

Do it one time, do it one time

Smoking that Lou got me out of my mind

Fuckin' yo bitch and I ran out of time

That money keep callin', ya know that’s a sign

Yah, and all my niggas want them M&Ms

Fuck them niggas, we ain’t friends with them

For real

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Chaz Gotti)

Pop a seal, no Cris

Louis drippin', all Christian

Get luv in the D like the Pistons

Good with the TEC and the pistol

That’s the traphouse, please don’t make it yo home

That bitch ain’t no good, please don’t make her yo hoe

No luv in the streets, I pray I make it home

Fucked up on Xans, I pray I leave em 'lone

Slime be yo man but ya call him yo home

Man I miss Duncan, I wish he was home

She ain’t good for me, I can leave her alone

I can’t resist her in her thong

Can’t name a nigga I did wrong

Took care of the streets on my own

Jurassic Park, Little Italy

Clay county my home

(Hook)

(Bridge: Chaz Gotti)

How can ya hate on yo man?

Too busy fucked up on Xans

Watch who ya calling yo friends

They might take the food out yo hand

How can ya hate on yo man?

Too busy fucked up on Xans

Watch who ya calling your friends

They might take the food out yo hand

(Hook)

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