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yukmouth – world’s most hated lyrics

[talking]
introducing, (whoa) the worlds…(it’s the world’s most hated
n-gg-)
…hated n-gg-, yes, you know what i’m sayin’?
y’all n-gg-z ride bentley’s (bentley’s), not mercedes (not
mercedes)
bentley’s (bentley’s), so why y’all n-gg-z hatin’ on me?
(quit hatin’, n-gg-) y’all got money (what? what? n-gg-)

[verse 1]
mama used to say: “watch your friends”, ’cause they be
fake as f-ck
n-gg-z smilin’ in my face, i’m knowin’ they hate my guts
they hate the way i bust, hate the way i strut
they wanna take my stuff, kill a n-gg- to make a buck
they even hate the way i f-ck, ’cause i f-ck they ho’s
when i bust, f-ck up their flow, yuk untouchable
platinum make a n-gg- tuck his gold, ice up his robe
my lyrics touch your soul, make b-tches rush the flow
i give it to ’em raw, regaurdless of what squad
i’ma hit ’em hard if they get envolved, break them n-gg-z off
let ’em know i’m rollin’ with god, roll with the mob
if you f-ck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
your b-tch gettin’ shot, even your mama gettin’ robbed
f-ck try’na hold haah, i sold rock, i sold haah
from the thug spot, c-ke spot, post up, and tote glocks
got it if you snort haah, got it if you smoke rocks
it don’t stop late, n-gg-z get dropped from labels
for f-ckin’ with a n-gg- that’s hot and fatal
i’m like the henny, rock the cradle to these little -ss
pre-schooler
nursery rhyme n-gg-z, still ridin’ beach cruisers
dude, i see through you, ’cause you’re plastic
bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
f-ck the last alb-m, this a cl-ssic
f-gs get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
by them n-gg-z tatted with dragons

[chorus]
i’m try’na live one time shine (why can’t a n-gg- ball like
y’all
with platinum plaques on my wall?)
but y’all n-gg-z platinum, what’s mine? (they don’t wanna n-gg-
to shine at all
they wish a young n-gg- would fall)
’cause i’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
world’s most hated n-gg-, n-gg-
’cause i’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
world’s most hated n-gg-, n-gg-

[verse 2]
you need to quit it, all i got is 6 digits, you got meal tickets
talk slick in your raps, and pillow talk to b-tches
y’all n-gg-z ought to quit it, god’s my witness
or face the consequences, like when eryka badu sparks an inscent
you ’bout to get lalla-byed, rock-a-byed
popped the guy, shot the guy, then went in the pockets of his
karl kani’s
robbed the guy, got the guy, don’t forget to dot your eyes
cross me, you got to die, i’ma ride
make you feel like pac alive!
the thug lord, prophesize, bring the west back
sh-t on them n-gg-z with no ex-lax
make them b-tches eat, check that
then put my tape in, make them n-gg-z respect that
and stop p.h.in’, and congratulatin’ the n-gg- they facin’
who went from section 8, to makin’ money, listen to revelations
and jags and navigations, playstation, stay breakin’
platinum deuce, conversations to rule a thug nation

[verse 3]
come with me, go toe to toe with me
still the king of the o. would be that n-gg- smokin’ weed
y’all wanna be soulja’s sweet like potpouri
i crust your f-ckin’ text like a buldozer go hungry like
vultures be
fake n-gg-z wish they never spoke on me
or said sh-t about that thug n-gg-, leavin’ they head split,
detted
i’ll make you m-th-f-ckaz regret it, get wetted with the gun
for try’na gas me like unleaded, i ain’t the f-ckin’ one, one,
one
so take that gum out your -ss hole
first round, t.k.o. his -ss like “gl-ss joe”
i lash you, har-ss you, thrash you
smash you, blast you, i put holes in your shirt like cash do
i probably have to stop to find his -ss too
hit the avenue, in his strip, bullet proof nav. too, if n-gg-z
was after you
try’na catch you n-gg-z, jack you for puttin’ a n-gg- name in
your raps, fool(f-g you!)
well, that’s your -ss, dude

[talking]
there you have it, another m-th-f-ckin’ cl-ssic
n-gg-, you ride bentley’s (bentley’s), not mercedes (not
mercedes)
bentley’s (bentley’s), n-gg- quit trippin’ on me, b-tch
quit hatin’ on me, b-tch, you got all the f-ckin’ money, n-gg-
i ain’t the f-ckin’ one, one, one,
n-gg-, regime life, what? what? regime life
my n-gg- mad max: regime life
my n-gg- lq: regime life
my n-gg- phats boss: regime life
my n-gg- ke ke: regime life
my n-gg- c-bo: regime life
my n-gg- diesel don: regime life
my n-gg- gov matic: regime life
f-ck hater n-gg-z, you n-gg-z be bitin’ songs, n-gg-z be hatin’
n-gg-z
y’all got all the money, man, make room for the young n-gg-z
let us get some paper, n-gg-, sit your -ss down, n-gg-, be
executive, n-gg-
do your thug thang, n-gg-, and i’ma do mine
you stay out my f-ckin’ way, and i’ma stay out your way, you
b-tch
regime life, done deal…

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