Hate f*ck lyrics

Thrilla
All day

[Chorus: Lucius P. Thundercat]
Call me out my name means nada
You ain’t with the sh*ts or drama
Think of her satisfaction
See you just being selfish
Just let me f*ck 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 f*cking 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 sh*t you couldn’t make up
I know she told you she don’t like me
Well you should see the way your shawty hatе f*cks

[Verse 1: Lucius P. Thundercat]
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 sh*t, I
I treat her likе a thot, I
Ain’t try to learn her name and
She treat me like a thot, she
Won’t f*ck me at her crib, that’s
High level thot maneuvers
My motives innocent
I ain’t f*ck her just to spite you
It’s the love of the game
See I’m lowkey nice as f*ck 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

[Chorus: Lucius P. Thundercat]
Call me out my name means nada
You ain’t with the sh*ts or drama
Think of her satisfaction
See you just being selfish
Just let me f*ck 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 f*cking 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 sh*t you couldn’t make up
I know she told you she don’t like me
Well you should see the way your shawty hate f*cks

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
If i did smash your b*tch
Then that mean you ain’t my homie
I been here for a while
And i know you n*ggas phony
But I’m on my Ps and my Qs and I knows
Ballin on these n*ggas all day I’m a pro
I’m a god on these streets to these n*ggas
And I never look weak to these n*ggas
Your pockets might get weak f*ckin with n*ggas
But I always been true to my n*ggas
I had to learn that on my own
Got cheese on my own
Might have to pimp me a b*tch 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 n*gga strong ooh
[Chorus: Lucius P. Thundercat]
Think of her satisfaction
See you just being selfish
Just let me f*ck 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 f*cking 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 sh*t you couldn’t make up
I know she told you she don’t like me
Well you should see the way your shawty hate f*cks