Hate Myself lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
Orgainicz
What we bout bruh ?
I don't give a f*ck bruh
Shut up


[Hook - Donia & Latelatekuro]
Hate myself hate myself, cry for the money like (hate my)
Hate myself hate myself, crowd got me bumpin like (I hate my)
Hate myself hate myself, shot the b*tch in her stomach like
(I hate myself)
Now i hate my, hate myself, hate myself


[Verse 1 - Latelatekuro]
Drownin in the pus*y, HANH!
Havin lot of seed and them b*tches wanna take it from me
(WATCHU WANT BISH?)
Never bought bodies, never thought about it cause them b*tches come up to me
Like "hey daddy got yo baby mama", and i ain't even on the drama
Stompin on her stomach with a drummer like
*tootootootootoo*
(FUH DAT DRAMA sh*t)
Man that's bad, now hear this
Iz you ready for it ? (NOH)
Yeeah yeaah troubles get important (WOW)
No pony when I pull her by the tail, took her to the tel
Then she filled out (UGH), she got some imported (SPACE)
Aye, that body def got some to show for it (SHOW ME)
Sold for me, so for real, sufferin, over and, over again
That crak's feelin all of the cane
Nothing insane, no one's to blame, when you know
I had a great father (BRUH)
Maybe a b*tch mother (HOE)
Wish she drowned in her fifth drink (OCEANS)
Might be a bit p*ssy, sick like her filth pus*y (DIE)
Die b*tch let me jukin, oh, misogynist, affected
Real activist f*ck a realativist, i'm dolo, subjective
f*ck the rest my colon stay tight, self-effective
I kept my circle so small, I emprisonned myself
And now I just


[Hook - Donia & Latelatekuro]
Hate myself hate myself, cry for the money like (hate my)
Hate myself hate myself, crowd got me bumpin like (I hate my)
Hate myself hate myself, shot the b*tch in her stomach like
(I hate myself)
Now i hate my, hate myself, hate myself


[Verse 2 - Jerry Kunta]
Kunta !
I hate myseeelf
(what, what, what ?)
Pray to God i don't lOOse myself
(amen, amen !)
f*ck y'all n*ggas all I want is stacks
(f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em !)
I'm in Wild We$T n*gga, i go hard for my fam
It's a promise to kill you all
I don't fear nobody b*tch i'm ready for the war
I dont see nobody, give a f*ck if you the boss
Certified by the trill and the motherf*ckin thugs
(GET IT!)
f*ck with no lames
Grindin all day
I go hard in da paint
Your future my past coz ya n*ggas so late
From Cameroon to Babi, I came a along way
Still remenber these days
Ain't worried bout sh*t i'm in love with my life i'm so bleeessed
So word to my momma she made me feel great she the beeest I ain't got no idol my only saviour is Jesus i'm youngin and gettin, rest in peace my haters AMEN
(Skuuur)


[Album Tag]
Shhh Rehearsalz !