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mannie fresh - hate lyrics

[intro: mannie fresh (birdman)]
(aye, aye, fresh, stunna man, we back at it daddy)
them n-ggas be hatin’ on me man
(2016, summertime shine, stuntin’ on ’em)
let me tell you the type of sh-t they say about me

[hook: juvenile]
they say f-ck you n-gga, hate you n-gga, hope you die
hope you catch the stroke and n0body know why
i’mma stay connected like the wifi
need her like a 64 gig ipod, p-ssy n-gga
hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(gon’ head on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

[verse 1: mannie fresh + lil wayne + juvenile]
when i get this money i’ma k!ll ’em
20/20 vision to n-ggas who ain’t want to see me with it
n-gga f-ck ya
don’t make my trigger smart n-ggas go dumb-dumb
yeah, yeah, yeah
take me where these hoes at, adderall and prozac
i’m so f-ckin’ focused in this b-tch i just can’t hold back
tell ’em bring that money bag, beast mode, running back
big tymer, ferragamo, juvinino where you at?
all i do is get it, dude you never get it
you be in your feelin’s too, my dude you’re so pathetic
you got too much sugar in your blood, diabetic
you’re sick you got the hate disease and i ain’t tryna get it, no
mixin’ cristal and ciroc
i need a name for it, call it chris rock
i’m in this motherf-cker lookin’ like a pile of some guap
come make a name for yourself and p-ssy pop, p-ssy pop

[hook: juvenile]
they say f-ck you n-gga, hate you n-gga, hope you die
hope you catch the stroke and n0body know why
i’ma stay connected like the wifi
need her like a 64 gig ipod p-ssy n-gga
hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
(gon’ head on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

[verse 2: mannie fresh + lil wayne + juvenile]
n-gga got your old girl dappin’ with the whole world
trust me, just me, referee and blow girl
that’s that boy bm, hit me in the dm
bust that f-ckin’ p-ssy wide open am to the pm
but that’s another story though and i ain’t tryna tell it
now it’s on, now you’re hangin’ out with dime rock betty
and betty she don’t know no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever
used to be my homie, now you’re mad cause we don’t roll together?
we’re the real n-ggaand i don’t give a f-ck if they was real sisters
these n-ggas think they on, hit the k!ll switches
money comin’ b-tch, my palms and my heels itchin’, yeah yeah

[verse 3: mannie fresh + lil wayne + juvenile]
you be hatin’ on a n-gga like police n-gga
you be barkin’, you ain’t nothing but a maltese n-gga
when these sharks out, we’ll see you they’ll be your t–th n-gga
it’s tune and juvie we got mannie on the beat n-gga
you m-a-d n-gga, yeah
you don’t want to see me with a dime out
you don’t want to say that i couldn’t afford sh-t
you don’t even have a watch to tell the time now
and i got 20 karats in my rolex
n-gga lean with it, n-gga rock with it
that’s some lean double cup with ciroc with it
n-gga lean with it, n-gga rock with it
we got mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop with it
shots fired, somebody ran up in juvie house
that’s far sober enough to have n-ggas spookin’ out
and i got homies ’round that i got love for
but n-ggas go through sh-t so i don’t root ’em out

[outro: birdman]
yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy
stunna man, you know there’s always that one that’ll hate
till you put a choppa in his face, you dig?
fresh you’re a fool with it

- mannie fresh lyrics

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