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You don't put me in your top five, that's hate You don't like me 'cause you can't relate I fuck on that ho like she 1090 Jake I fuck with that ho, she remind me of Satan Pressure I smoke and it came from the bay I feel so low, I can't communicate I sent that lo' and I came with a K You sent that lo and I came with a— uh She know she my hoe, she came wit' some K Real remain at the end of the day Peggy legs crossed on the floor like a Sensei You rappers treat drugs like character trait Don't know your face from a can of paint When I pop out, you can bet that I'm dank These rappers down low like they in the paint Clicked up with Ye, now I'm breakin' the bank Let the choppa sing like Tyrese and Tank To keep it frank, you rappers is hot dog Capital H, swallow me, yelling out "My God" like T.D. Jakes They are all on call I'm in Sri Lanka with a bad bitch and she think she Bianca Flip that bitch like she a double entendre She gave me head so I took out her tonsils, uh In the back, gettin' my mind blown, uh Yeah, you, don't get your mind blown, uh Like Cudi car I blow up, soon as I show up, I roll up Letras de cancionesUh, yeah You don't put me in your top five, that's hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate You don't protect me, you a fan of the hate, uh, yeah, yeah You don't put me in your top five, that's hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate, uh You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate You don't put me in your top five, that's hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate, what? Yeah You don't put me in your top five, that's hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate, yeah You don't put me in your top five, that's hate You don't put me in your top five, that's hate, yeah You don't put me in your top five, that's hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate You don’t protect me and you a fan, that’s hate From Letras Mania