Hate On Me Lyrics - Damani

Yo, if rappin' was a bitch you'd have no pussy 

Maybe tongue kissin', but still no pussy 

Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy 

Suppa so busy cockin' the four fizzy 

Mad 'cause, I'm too fly and I pumped your ho 

Crushed your flow you got jealous club me for 

I sensed the hate, I used my optical 

You was too close around when I pocket doe 

First came the wishin', then came the bitchin' 

Wanna know the secrets comin' from the kitchen 

I was fine dinin', you was eatin' chicken 

I'll bust a bad ho, nigger take your pickin' 

Like a slut callin' bitches on my cell phone 

But my bitches, try to take my fly bitches 

I ain't just trippin', I can't trust niggas who ain't us? 

Bringin' niggas who can't bust 

I'm A+ wid it, I'm anxious to crush ya 

Half tustla mixed with you just a busta 

Bitch ass niggas get me rich fast quicka 

Now don't tricka this supa ass kicka 

Why do you hate on me? 

'Cause I don't be trippin' off you 

My image is stuck on G 

Try to fuck with me this year 

Get the 'beep' outta here 

I'm so up on my shit 

These bitches ain't gettin' my grip 

So I still remain a G 

But why do you hate on me? 

How you gone hate on me? And I'm that nigga 

That ride beats smoother than Ron Isley 

Talkin' bout fuck Damani but steady eyein' me 

Steady tryin' to see how good sex with me could be 

Why won't you let me fuck? 

And I'm the best thing goin', and you the best thing hoin' 

Plus we got you on tape givin' head in slow motion 

Undercover ho's be real soft spoken, why would you slash my tire? 

And I got stock in Goodyear, bitch I'm all good year 

Tryin' to fuck up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears 

Dark skin, go tee with no beard 

I change ho's like I change clothes 

Young devil in the city o' angels 

Keep it ghetto like cups with staples 

Live from L.A. gettin' head from Rachel, now 

Why do you hate on me? 

'Cause I don't be trippin' off you 

My image is stuck on G 

Try to fuck with me this year 

Get the 'beep' outta here 

I'm so up on my shit 

These bitches ain't gettin' my grip 

So I still remain a G 

But why do you hate on me? 

Why do bitches blow dicks? I don't know that 

But I can tell you dis, you simple trick 

Now you get it all you want 

We roll joints we don't fuck with blunts, fuck a blunt now 

Some niggas is worse than ho's 

Holdin' somethin' on your chest let it go 

I'll make a bitch blow balls like a ball and sing that song, but naked 

Most o' y'all niggas be break and hatin' records 

The most hatin' done in 8.5 seconds 

Why you hatin' Snoopy, you hate Nate and hate me 

Why you hatin' stupid and hatin' on Warren G 

Why you hatin' Rasco, why you hate Damani 

'Cause he wanna fuck Armani and don't wear Armani 

Hatin' Gondee and hatin' Tredee, Tredee is like fuck' em 

If they hatin the G, fuck y'all 

Why do you hate on me? 

'Cause I don't be trippin' off you 

My image is stuck on G 

Try to fuck with me this year 

Get the 'beep' outta here 

I'm so up on my shit 

These bitches ain't gettin' my grip 

So I still remain a G 

But why do you hate on me?