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nyny - hate on me lyrics

[intro]
ayy
i don’t do sh-t but these b-tches hate on me
these n-gg-s ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
talkin’ hot sh-t, now you tryna cop a plea
don’ let ’em fool you, they don’t even f-ck with me

[chorus]
i don’t do sh-t but these b-tches hate on me
these n-gg-s ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
talkin’ hot sh-t, now you tryna cop a plea
don’ let ’em fool you, they don’t even f-ck with me

[verse 1]
when a b-tch ain’t never had sh-t, she gonna show it off
gotta change his ways ’cause he f-ckin’ with a boss
my whole fit pricey so don’t ask me what it cost
and i never loved that n-gg-, that’s just what he thought
i got a lot of shooters so just watch how you move
she diss me on the ‘net, i’m still playin’ it cool
my mama say, “don’t talk to a b-tch below you”
don’t even got no friends, i really f-ck with a few
a band off a feature, i’m the sh-t now
she run up on me, it’s a risk now
all this gold in my mouth, i got a big smile
all this snitching on n-gg-s, you got a big file
my grandpa really gone, it got me f-cked up
his hand on my chain so i feel lucked up
if a b-tch speak on him, she gon’ get touched
ever since he left me, i been feelin’ stuck

[verse 2]
now let’s get to these n-gg-s, yeah, these b-mmy n-gg-s
always snitchin’ on theyself, yeah, these dummy n-gg-s
never got no money, pockets funny, n-gg-
but if i call one time, my n-gg-s comin’, n-gg-
and these b-tches just be fake, i don’t -ssociate
steady talkin’ h-lla sh-t, she need some colgate
anything i do, i know she gon’ hate
and i’m eating 2019 up, grab a plate
bags packed just in case i gotta take a quick flight
if your chain so real, why that sh-t feel so f-ckin’ light?
they say i’ma make it and i really pray that they right
’cause i can’t rely on my mom and my dad my whole life
just six months ago i graduated for real
just four months ago i started rappin’ for real
talk behind my back, you ain’t real for real
can’t wait ’til the day i touch a mil’ for real

[outro]
i don’t do sh-t but these b-tches hate on me
these n-gg-s ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
talkin’ hot sh-t, now you tryna cop a plea
don’ let ’em fool you, they don’t even f-ck with me

- nyny lyrics

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