Schoolboy Q - My Hatin’ Joint

My Hatin’ Joint Lyrics

Nigga just be wanting all the hoes sometimes
Nigga want every last one of these b!tches
Nigga do anything for a b!tch
I had to tell the b!tch, you n’ah mean?

[Verse 1]
Look at you, now look at me
Now look at him, now back at me
I’m sayin’ do’
I ain’t trying to be a nigga, what you playing for?
Came up from the bottom, yea that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, 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 penis 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 shit let me see, you should f-ck with me

Man that nigga, that nigga 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 sayin’ do’..

That nigga like…shit thirsty for the b!tches, saggin’ my pants and shit
Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a b!tch

[Verse 2]
Word around that nigga 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 niggas!”
Oh, oh, oh
Soon as she hang up with ‘em, she like “There he go”
I be swag from head to toe
Ten times I ain’t gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks, they matching too
Oo, 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 d!ck her down, tell me what’s the verdict though
(?), she bringing up her nigga
I beats the p-ssy up, girl you my main contender

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 nigga you through
I’m sayin’ do’..

Like nigga like…shit I- I don’t know
Shit I had to nigga
The b!tch was bad nigga
Shit, 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 sayin’ do’
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 shit
(Face down, ass up) f-ck me good
Cause can’t no nigga out here f-ck you like I could
Grip you by your hand, waist, below the face
Satisfaction at its highest point, I set the stakes
Plus, a nigga over there with Tammy n’em
Giving that b!tch all your time, why you deal with him?
You oughta win

See that nigga there is a loser
Besides, my d!ck 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 sayin’ do’..

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 nigga was cheating on her anyway…definitely cheating on her

[Outro x4]
My hatin’ joint, my hatin’ joint, my hatin’ joint, my hatin’ joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint

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