Letra de L.O.V.E.H.A.T.E - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Hi, Brando

My nigga Brando the sickest, on God

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Hold up

L-O-V-E

H-A-T-E

S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef

R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me

Hah, I'm on that shit you play with me (Ahh)

Play wit' YB, bitch I'm gon' make you D-I-E

It's 4KT, nobody safe, you'll get stretched out in the street

And I'm too blessed to be this way, the devil, he gon' fuck with me

I got a plan that I ain't sayin'

Since a child, I been a man

Sellin' dope, It look like Ten

I'm whatever that you on, but you really don't think I can get him smashed?

I don't want him around me in this bitch

Get on his ass, then I'ma do him bad, all bad

Hold on

L-O-V-E

H-A-T-E

S, L, double-E, P, I won't go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef

R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me

I ain't lettin' go of my trauma

I can't do this shit without my mama

I'm who killed your partner

YoungBoy, I'm a motherfuckin' problem

I'm putting it in my body, it done fucked me up, it got me wildin'

What you want?, I got it

These niggas don't fuck with me

They countin' my pocket, they countin' my pockets (Yeah)

I heard the FBI been blockin' (Uh)

They tryna catch me with this chopper

They just wanna put a mugshot on me (Yeah)

Jesus got a brand new cross, for him, my Bible

Now, bring your ho ass in the street, nigga

Without them, I wouldn't wan' be witcha

Bitch, I'm in Boozilla mode

This for my cousin who gone

I don't wanna rap, I wanna wrap you, bitch, I'ma walk your ass down

I don't pick and choose, I'ma clap you, bitch, this drum sound like the trombone

Hold up, I ain't tryna take you home, in here like my last night

Baby Girl, I can't take you home, 'cause you don't act right

Just tryna make sure I could roll baby

I been searchin' for my soul daily

She wan' take me down

'Til it get found, I'm on my own, baby

Who the fuck love me?, No, oh, oh

Oh, it ain't too many 'round that I see ('Round that I see)

Up with your strap, better up and bat it

He playin' raw, Dee (Got my back)

If you got my back, and that's a fact, ain't worried 'bout nothin'

When it go bad, this shit get ugly (Shh)

Bleed, quick to make him bleed, we gon' put the bitch to sleep

Cheese, all my niggas beasts

Around with keepers, up, ya ceased (Blatt, brrt, blatt)

My momma love that Trackhawk, we come from a Jeep

Play with a stack, they'll knock your hat off, you know how we be

Yeah, my mata black, bandana on

Nigga, you a ho, you won't murder nothin'

You a motherfuckin' flunky

You ain't killed me 'bout yourself

You ain't wakin' up and chasin' money

A piece of shit, I hate myself

But make sure my wife want for nothin', huh?

Thats a sixty-thousand chain that he keep breakin', wastin' money

I just wan' tell my daughter, "Hey," but I'm ashamed, I ain't nothin'

Don't need no gun, but I just want buy K's

You ain't with me, then fuck your pain

Behind me, come major pain

Bro leave one dead, go board the train

L-O-V-E (No)

H-A-T-E (Yeah, oh)

S, L, double-E, P (Yeah), I won't go to sleep (No, no, yeah, yeah)

B, double-E, F, he don't wanna beef (Won't be late)

R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me (Yeah)

I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, yeah

D-A-V-E, bitch, Dave live with me, yeah

3800 Block, this Chippewa, yeah

It ain't safe, we grew up hittin' shit with that iron

Ouu

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