Hate Fuck ft. Project Pat Lyrics

Thrilla

All day

Call me out my name means nada

You ain't with the shits or drama

Think of her satisfaction

See you just being selfish

Just let me fuck her four times

Dawg stop being possessive

Was you an only child

Or you ain't have no friends

You need to learn to share

I know she told you not to worry

And you believed her like a fucking chump

Eight in the morning when you leaving

She already out here blowing me up

I got receipts you think I'm lying

And it's the kinda shit you couldn't make up

I know she told you she don't like me

Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks

Yung Thrilla polarizing

But that's a cost I'll pay and

You probably think I'm ass but

Your girl think I'm the shit I

I treat her like a thot I

Ain't try to learn her name and

She treat me like a thot she

Won't fuck me at her crib that's

High level thot maneuvers

My motives innocent

I ain't fuck her just to spite you

It's the love of the game

See I'm lowkey nice as fuck you

Just biased as it stands

If you put all this behind you

We'd probably make good friends but

I know that won't ever happen

But the door is always open

Call me out my name means nada

You ain't with the shits or drama

Think of her satisfaction

See you just being selfish

Just let me fuck her 4 times

Dawg stop being possessive

Was you an only child

Or you ain't have no friends

You need to learn to share

I know she told you not to worry

And you believed her like a fucking chump

Eight in the morning when you leaving

She already out here blowing me up

I got receipts you think I'm lying

And it's the kinda shit you couldn't make up

I know she told you she don't like me

Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks

If i did smash your bitch

Then that mean you ain't my homie

I been here for a while

And i know you niggas phony

But I'm on my Ps and my Qs and I knows

Ballin on these niggas all day I'm a pro

I'm a god on these streets to these niggas

And I never look weak to these niggas

Your pockets might get weak fuckin with niggas

But I always been true to my niggas

I had to learn that on my own

Got cheese on my own

Might have to pimp me a bitch if

she do not watch her tone

And I never use a loan

I got rich off making songs

In that cell I was alone

That made a nigga strong ooh

Think of her satisfaction

See you just being selfish

Just let me fuck her four times

Dawg stop being possessive

Was you an only child

Or you ain't have no friends

You need to learn to share

I know she told you not to worry

And you believed her like a fucking chump

Eight in the morning when you leaving

She already out here blowing me up

I got receipts you think I'm lying

And it's the kinda shit you couldn't make up

I know she told you she don't like me

Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks