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lirik lagu y’all can hate me now – azchike

[intro]
my office hours are from 9 to 5
f*ck your office hours i need to talk to you right now motherf*cker

[verse]
yeah, i’m locked in
b*tch, i really handle business
boy you embarrassing, wifin’ b*tches that’s strippin’
sometimes you need to shut the f*ck up and listen
it’s real simple, i get paid and you don’t that’s the difference
crash the whip then went a hundred, now my n*ggas don’t trust me
sh*t was lookin’ good, now it’s gettin’ ugly
i don’t even believe when somebody say they love me
she wanna f*ck me ’cause i smеll like hundred bands when shе hug me
everybody actin’ different, that’s okay wit’ me
do what the f*ck you want, just don’t play wit’ me
monnier on my feet cost a lil’ over 850
and i keep her pillow talkin’, she can take chike
yeah they sued me for burn rubber, i had to get it cleared
my lawyer ain’t been on my side, she been actin’ weird
a penthouse top floor, b*tch i don’t live in fear
automatic shoes off when you get in here
had [?] the fact that p lost faith in me
and i made half an m, don’t play wit’ me
regardless b*tch, i’m goin’ to the top, who gon’ race wit’ me?
first i had to realize everybody i couldn’t take wit’ me
i don’t care to be a savage, b*tch, ’cause i love myself
b*tch, all you good for is p*ssy and nothin else
huh, barely that, cause without it you got nothin’ to sell
hit the club with a plus one, b*tch i’m bringin’ h*ll
fans tryna keep the beef alive, that sh*t weird
leave it alone, n*gga been dead for like two years
i moved on, you should too, use your two ears
’cause i’m at the top knockin’ like “who here?”
no b*tch, i don’t fit in, that ain’t my style
for a sl*t why you postin’? b*tch take it down
he just cap, can’t rap, or sell a eighth of loud
b*tch go hit that blade and make me proud
no i don’t got a b*tch ’cause it’s f*ck ’em all
he on live kissin’ a b*tch that just sucked my b*lls
hoe you will never be important [?] f*ck you raw
i’m that n*gga without you n*ggas, the f*ck you thought?
made this song to let y’all know you can hate me now
don’t gotta shake a n*gga hand or fake a smile
b*tch i’m him with this [?] i gotta break it down
to my plug, bring a bowl and make it loud
n*ggas so stuck on this l.a. rap scene
whole time sick, gotta get me a vaccine
[?] might get the strap clean
talk bout my ears but show yours, b*tch the back green
talkin’ bout your sh*t lit, b*tch no, it’s not
speak up on me now b*tch and get no response
n*ggas playin’ wit’ me like i don’t know what’s mine
lil’ n*ggas can’t even tote a hundred, n*gga keep it calm
feel like [?] start to grew apart
but they do better when they together, sh*t break my heart
black sheep and that’s okay, i just play my part
i wake up and count 20 with a day to start
it’s true, i don’t got it all yet, somethin’ wrong
the best thing you could do is leave me the f*ck alone
don’t even hit me up when you hear this song
[?] don’t matter, i can do it on my f*ckin’ own
n*gga
[outro]
now, if you have any other problems
it’s your royalties
my office hours are from
my office hours are from
9 to 5

- azchike

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