My Hatin’ Joint lyrics

[Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It]

[Intro]
n*gga just be wanting all the hoes sometimes. n*gga want every last one of these b*tches. n*gga do anything for a b*tch. I had to tell the b*tch, you nah mean?

[Verse 1]
Look at you, now look at me, now look at him, now back at me
I'm saying tho, I ain't tryna be a n*gga, what you playing for?
Came up from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty n*ggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up to the crib old girl, just say the word
Got some purp, got some Henny, got my p*nis too
Have you ignoring his calls when you f*ck with Q
Drop your panties to the floor, down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and sh*t let me see, you should f*ck with me, huh

[Bridge]
Man that n*gga, that n*gga he can't protect ya
Remember when he had left and you took him back from that heffa
And then he did it again and tried to f*ck on your friend
And got caught up once with your kin, I'm saying tho

[Interlude]
That n*gga like... sh*t, thirsty for the b*tches, sagging my pants and sh*t. Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a b*tch
[Verse 2]
Word around that n*gga Q in town
I heard it's for a show, but let me call my ho
They be like, "b*tch you bet' not be out with them n*gga!"
Oh, oh, soon as she hang up with 'em
She like "There He Go," I be swag from head to toe
Sometimes I ain't gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks, they matching too
Ooh, with the finest weed, I show you what these OG's do
Super duper triple O, can't see me with a telescope
I just wanna di*k her down, tell me what's the verdict though
I just swag so f*cking hard, she bringing up her n*gga
I beats the pus*y up, girl you my main contender

[Bridge]
See you keep bringing up him and then he be hanging with them
And then they be hanging with her when he really should be with you
What I do, see he can't do, this is true
You should tell that n*gga you through, I'm saying tho

[Interlude]
Like, n*gga like, sh*t, I don't know, sh*t, I had to n*gga, the b*tch was bad, n*gga, sh*t, I had to get that one

[Verse 3]
Fresh up out the studio like "Can I Live"
Looking for a ho so I can break her ribs
I'm saying tho, I got a couple hundreds, what it's hitting fo'
A rack of condoms and some fire girl lit
Now dim the lights and let me see you do your sh*t
(Face down, ass up) f*ck me good
Cause ain't no n*gga out here f*ck you like I could
Grip you by your hand, waist, pillow to face
Satisfaction at its highest point, I set the stakes
Plus, a n*gga over there with Tammy and 'em
Giving that b*tch all your time, why you deal with him? You oughta win
[Bridge]
See that n*gga there is a loser, besides my di*k is a ruler
I bring it to ya, and plus he be with them b*tches
And treating you like them b*tches, you his main or his mistress?
I don't get it, how you living? I'm saying tho

[Interlude]
I don't give a f*ck, bruh, like I said, the b*tch was bad, bruh, I hit it, bad cuh, I had to hit it, a n*gga was cheating on her anyway, definitely cheating on her

[Outro]
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
My hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint