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navvy balla - hate love (me too) lyrics

[intro: ann marie & navvy balla]
i hate love (grrah, grrah+grrah, boom), that’s a fact
and i know that love don’t love me back (like, like, mb, mb)
i hate love (mb, mb), get the strap (grrah, grrah), i’m shootin’ cupid in his f+cking back
drip, drip
grrah

[verse: navvy balla]
you hate love? well, me too (i do)
i can look these n+ggas like see+through (grrah, grrah)
all full of hate, and you want me to be cool (uh+uh)
drownin’ in water, you thought that i peeped you? (facts, facts)
i don’t miss you
you bein’ a hoe, you thought i would keep you?
i’m on the road to gettin’ the bread too
wanting a family so that i can feed too
.40 so loud it kick like mule
puttin’ me out, you just pushing my fuel
she want me to stay but she knows the rules
heart so cold, i might act like a ghoul
gold like the warriors, it’s a party likе poole
she always asking why am i so cruel
you bе tryna play me like a fool
but i ain’t stressing, i’ma just play it cool, like
all i want is to get a plaque
i hate love, but it don’t love me back
these n+ggas can’t put me in pack
this love sh+t really wack
chasin’ this money i just want a stack
i was her teacher, time to teach class (like, what?)
always grindin’ never sit on my ass
glock wit’ a beam, always keep a strap
shorty so loud, she makin’ it clap
poppin’ a perc, i just hit from the back
you actin’ rude, a fool like shaq
she f+ck wit’ the gang, she thrown up makk (ewokk)
ayy, but let’s switch it up
she wanna rump, just suck me up (uh, uh)
should’ve done this from the jump
if i start talking don’t interrupt
makin’ it to the top, i’m bout to blow up
tryna run up you gettin plucked
we don’t post our fights, we discussed
she hurting’ my stomach, i’m in disgust (i’m in disgust)
stay by my doley, y’all broke my trust (y’all broke my trust)
came back later, breaking my rust
i make her blush when she feel my touch
navvy balla back just to pull a stunt, gang
you was never there when i need you
how you gon’ try call a n+gga evil?
i was never comfortable with other people
you a dub, but you know that i bleed too
the way you did me should be illegal
tryna find a b+tch who’s equal
i’m not a dog but you know i whistle
bullets come fast it hit like a missile
tryna put on a ring to make it official
once you dead and gone they never gon’ miss you
tryna get a band and make it triple
i play for the cavs like bron or mitch+ll (like bron or mitch+ll)
solving me? it’s like solving a riddle
playing these dumb n+ggas like a fiddle
sh+t is clear, its a crystal
don’t try to be no man in the middle
you hate love? wait, i said it again
the way i’m writing i’m breaking my pen
praise to god and say my amens
i don’t wan’ try and make amends
she tryna f+ck, i’m like when
wanna feature? tell me the percent
i went all offense now i’m on defense
this is too much to comprehend
gang, gang
[outro: navvy balla]
grrah, grrah+grrah, boom
drip, drip, every opp shot
gang, gang
it’s navvy, b+tch
grrah+grrah, like
grrah+grrah, boom, n+gga
like, mb, mb
mb, mb

- navvy balla lyrics

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