Hate Me Now lyrics

[Intro]
Ex-queen, get your crown back
What crown?
How you so easily give that up, ma?
They made a mockery out you
You used to be a boy
You bought teeth, ass, lipo
Reconstruction on your whole body
Used to be a boy
Who really are you, ma, huh?

[Verse 1]
I remember when men and lame tell you to change your look
Get your man back
Safaree met your session
Sexy ass kept you on top, hoe
So easily brainwashed
You never been who you say you are
In fact that dusty b*tch come around
Little nothin' basuda
Lyin' on blood b*tches
Blood b*tch please
The only thing bloody 'bout this hoe
Is that herpy sick bloody flexin' bummy mouth
Huh, fed you little ran tight pants ass fake MCs
No emotions, no comprehensions, no visions
I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm body n*gga
Run up on me
Real n*ggas on my line
Street n*ggas cancel penitentiary
Life doing real time n*ggas
I'm the real mami, I put in work
Sucked a whole lot of di*k to get here hoe
Moulin Rouge in this b*tch
p*ss on your n*gga mouth
So he can nuff you hoe
You'll be surprised what a little golden shower
Make these kiddos callin' they selves rappers too
And be on God I'ma slap you silly
Slapping assy mouth ass motherf*ckin' assistant
Assist me, hoe
[Hook]
Tell the record label they could never stop this
I'm Nas in this b*tch
You can hate me now
Even though he took a L
And that big di*k suckin' lip
Jay sit you down
Come on, ma

[Verse 2]
You know she got a wife
Even queens clique up
I'm the princess
I always slay, slay, slay, slay hard
This check is old like they mommas
But me, I get stronger
I never clique up
You b*tches could never compare
Fabrication is y'all hoes foundation
Monkey b*tch better chill
You think you moved out without me
Think again
Ain't no hip-hop in love without the love of hip-hop
It's like you across the yellow stains
Secret teeth havin' ass
No more painkillers
Maybe your wife
I'm in your husband's ass
Stickin' his c*ck in all these straighty n*ggas
That's right
Puerto Rican Princess in this motherf*cker
You heard what the f*ck I said
[Bridge]
And b*tch called nah sh*t
You heard I know what's goin' on
She staged, you wanna do
Girl, now your's b*tch

[Verse 3]
I move in silence
I get my hands dirty
Ask about me
No class wannabe foot
Drag a Bronx b*tch
Yeah, I said it
What y'all gon' do?
Fabricated, illustrated cartoon ass b*tch
Bloody my ass
Big fat bloody pus*y for you
You had a blood
Who the f*ck cosigned this hoe?
Blood, suck my pus*y hoe
You blockin' mile
Poppin' pills sl*t
n*gga got you sniffin' lines
Out here sayin' die hoe
Them fake ass chicos
Be workin' that bloody bumpy lips of yours
[Outro]
What b*tch? I said it!
Let's go!
Puerto Rican Princess in this b*tch
What y'all gon' do?
Wannabe ballers
Shot callers holla, huh