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Hate Me
99
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hate Me adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Nolay tarafından 27 Kasım 2020 tarihinde yayınlandıHate Me - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi27 Kasım 2020
FirmaNolay
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM70

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nolay
Nolay
Performer
Natalie Athanasiou
Natalie Athanasiou
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Natalie Athanasiou
Natalie Athanasiou
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NickNamez
NickNamez
Producer
Alex Evans
Alex Evans
Mixing Engineer

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I got a habit of making everybody hate me Slate me greatness does that
I could fall off right now and disappear out of the game
And come back, spit two bars and get my buzz back
Cause I do this bitch, I does that
The setback, gonna be nothing like the comeback
Fuck you, pay me, big cash run that
I wanna get so far in my bag that it feels like money just grows on trees
I’ve had the finest fellas go down on me and pose on knees
Cheese, what more can I say?
Please, don't get in my way
Man, I got a sick pen game, bleed ink from the vein
And leave my mark like a Merlot stain
Hard to get rid of that
I got bars that get rid of, man
360 degrees with ease, I feel the need and just spin a man
Hot-headed, cold-blooded, two tears in a bucket Fuck it, you better catch what I say when I chuck it
Yeah, I blow my own trumpet
Hunt MCs and toast them like crumpets
Them boys beat the pump like some drum kit
People running, jumping and slumping
 He don't put in work, then I dump him
 Let me tell you something
 Yeah, yeah
 It's light work like handling feathers
 My team will get so gassed this year
 There'll be champagne spray all over my leathers It's whatever
Enjoy it, playboy it
Convoy it, bell boy it
Shangri-La, the Ritz and Savoy it
I can't stand these rappers, they're annoying
Every single day I pump the bars, I ain't talking bout iron
But trust me, bitch, I handle the mic with ease
Make heads, airborne, these wigs stay flying
For crying out loud, I hit the stage, they're crying out loud
My rivals are dying out now, ain't karma sweet
I’m just getting started
I ain't for the faint-hearted, bitch you’re half-hearted
Acting cold-hearted
Stop putting on a show
Pull up a chair, let me show you how it's done
Back chat, I take none
I like a real bad boy, one son of a gun
I give no fucks, you can call me a nun
I'm the baddest, illest, under the sun
Written by: Natalie Athanasiou
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