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chaz gotti - hate lyrics

[produced by will-a-fool & bobby kritical]

[intro: chaz gotti]
how can you hate on your man?
too busy f-cked up on xans
how can you hate on your man?
too busy f-cked up on xans

[hook: chaz gotti]
i got rich before my idol
know he mad, he seen me poppin’
fix your face, i see you poutin’
spent a check in neiman marcus
how can you hate on your man?
too busy f-cked up on xans
watch who you calling your friend
they might take the food out your hand

[verse 1: chaz gotti]
how can you hate on your man?
how can you stay with your man?
how can you eat off your man?
watch what you say to his homies
get a badder b-tch, you turn her phony
hate when your man’s your opponent
put in work with a n-gga
then they end up telling on you
started from the bottom in the trenches with a n-gga
f-cked up my wrist with my n-gga
shot my first stick with my n-gga
i hate that i called him my n-gga
i jumped out a porsche and a coupe
i’m still with the same crew
some n-ggas red, some are blue
some n-ggas fake, some true

[verse 2: k camp]
watch who you’re calling your friends
watch how i flex in a benz
watch how i turn up on n-ggas again and again and again and again
hey if i like it i spend
really no need to pretend
that n-gga gotti my kin
i’m mixing the juice, that’s a h-ll of a blend
do it one time, do it one time
smokin’ that lou got me out of my mind
f-cking your b-tch and i ran out of time
that money keep calling, you know that’s a sign
yah, and all my n-ggas want them m&ms
f-ck them n-ggas, we ain’t friends with them
for real

[verse 3: chaz gotti]
pop a seal, no cris
louis dripping, all christian
get love in the d like the pistons
good with the tec and the pistol
that’s the traphouse, please don’t make it your home
that b-tch ain’t no good, please don’t make her your ho
no love in the streets, i pray i make it home
f-cked up on xans, i pray i leave em ‘lone
slime be your man but you call him your home
man i miss duncan, i wish he was home
she ain’t good for me, i can leave her alone
i can’t resist her in her thong
can’t name a n-gga i did wrong
took care of the streets on my own
jur-ssic park, little italy
clay county my home

[hook: chaz gotti]
i got rich before my idol
know he mad, he seen me poppin’
fix your face, i know you poutin’
spent a check in neiman marcus
how can you hate on your man?
too busy f-cked up on xans
watch who you calling your friend
they might take the food out your hand

[bridge: chaz gotti]
how can you hate on your man?
too busy f-cked up on xans
watch who you callin’ your friends
they might take the food out your hand
how can you hate on your man?
too busy f-cked up on xans
watch who you callin’ your friends
they might take the food out your hand

- chaz gotti lyrics

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