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yukmouth - world's most hated lyrics

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

[verse 1]
mama used to say: “watch your friends”, cause they be fake as f-ck
n-ggas 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, k!ll a n-gga 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-gga 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-ggas 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, c0ke spot, post up, and tote glocks
got it if you snort haah, got it if you smoke rocks
it don’t stop late, n-ggas get dropped from labels
for f-ckin’ with a n-gga that’s hot and fatal
i’m like the henny, rock the cradle to these little -ss pre-schooler
nursery rhyme n-ggas, 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 album, this a cl-ssic
f-gs get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
by them n-ggas tatted with dragons

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

[verse 2]
you need to quit it, all i got is 6 digits, you got meal tickets
talk sl!ck in your raps, and pillow talk to b-tches
y’all n-ggas 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’mma ride
make you feel like pac alive!
the thug lord, prophesize, bring the west back
sh-t on them n-ggas with no ex-lax
make them b-tches eat, check that
then put my tape in, make them n-ggas respect that
and stop p.h.in’, and congratulatin’ the n-gga 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-gga 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-ggas wish they never spoke on me
or said sh-t about that thug n-gga, 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-ggas was after you
try’na catch you n-ggas, jack you for puttin’ a n-gga 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-gga, you ride bentley’s (bentley’s), not mercedes (not mercedes)
bentley’s (bentley’s), n-gga quit trippin’ on me, b-tch
quit hatin’ on me, b-tch, you got all the f-ckin’ money, n-gga
i ain’t the f-ckin’ one, one, one
n-gga, regime life, what? what? regime life
my n-gga mad max: regime life
my n-gga lq: regime life
my n-gga phats boss: regime life
my n-gga ke ke: regime life
my n-gga c-bo: regime life
my n-gga diesel don: regime life
my n-gga gov matic: regime life
f-ck hater n-ggas, you n-ggas be bitin’ songs, n-ggas be hatin’ n-ggas
y’all got all the money, man, make room for the young n-ggas
let us get some paper, n-gga, sit your -ss down, n-gga, be executive, n-gga
do your thug thang, n-gga, and i’mma do mine
you stay out my f-ckin’ way, and i’mma stay out your way, you b-tch
regime life, done deal…

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