I Don't Wanna Hear It Lyrics

I hate your voice bitch, won't give it praises

Low life by choice and I ain't gonna help you raise it

Bring it down, your voice keep escalating

But you ain't bout half the shit you say

Keep baiting, hooky

I hate the fact you play like a rookie

But talk bad on my name while I get paid like Buffet

What now honey, your bank shows nothing

Lucks out honey, your man, don't love him

Uh

What's with the serious faces?

Call me out for smiling cause you're mad you can't face him

Uh oh, see there you go getting wasted

I hate the fact that you can't fight the devil's temptations

Sweetie, that's a really big problem

Be better if your father used a really big condom

That way you never came into this world just to swallow and follow goblins

I hate your ugly face, kindly hide it before I vomit

I tried being more gentle at first but

Never got me anywhere ever

I stopped bending backwards for the renters

Ever since then fuck you what I've said to her

So I'm probably looking dead to her

I may get heated but it's for a reason, you can rest assured

We already worked this out, I'm cool for now so please don't sweat my words

You said they really hurt

That means my screaming worked

Said fuck you, fuck your dude, fuck his coupe

And that new one for you, it looks used just like you, passed round

It may be true that your view makes my view look like dook

Not a duke, but I order myself around, yeah

You can't say the same you just a pawn in his game, bitch

So acquainted with hanging with lames who just take you through pain

My life painless and great you a shameless lil slave

Never breaking away and it pains me to say

Leaves we raking the same so don't paint me as aimless

I hate how fucking fake you are, that I can ascertain

Won't feel different, showed no real interest

The dope's still in him, free dome you still giving

If we both felt the same, that'd make it all worth living

But that's never been the case, okay, so fucking quit it

You hate the fact I'm venting

I hate your mom for your inception

I hate you causing my depression

I hate all the shit talk about my inventions

So pretentious, not to mention jealous, bitch shut your trap

A million wrenches couldn't fix your dumb ass and that's a fact