Schoolboy Q - My Hatin’ Joint lyrics

Nigga just be wanting all the hoes sometimes
Nigga want every last one of these
Bitches nigga do anything for a bitch
I had to tell the bitch, you nah mean?

Look at you, now look at me, now look at him
Now back at me
I'm saying tho, I ain't tryna be a nigga
What you playing for?
Came up from the bottom, yeah
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 fuck with Q
Drop your panties to the floor


Down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and shit let me
See, you should fuck with me, huh

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 fuck on your friend
And got caught up once with your kin
I'm saying tho

That nigga like shit, thirsty
For the bitches, sagging my
Pants and shit paid this much for the belt
I better crack a bitch

Word around that nigga Q in town
I heard it's for a show
But let me call my ho they be like
"Bitch you bet' not be out with them nigga!"
Oh, oh, soon as she hang up with 'em
She like "There He Go
" I be swag from head to toe
Sometimes I ain't gotta hate
She know that my paper grown
Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks
They matching too ooh, 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 dick her down
Tell me what's the verdict though
I just swag so fucking hard
She bringing up her nigga
I beats the pussy 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 saying tho

Like, nigga like, shit, I don't know, shit
I had
To nigga, the bitch was bad, nigga, shit
I had to get that one

Fresh up out the studio like "Can I Live"
Looking for a ho so I can break her ribs
I'm saying tho, 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) Fuck me good
Cause ain't no nigga out here
Fuck you like I could
Grip you by your hand, waist, pillow to face
Satisfaction at it's highest point
I set the stakes
Plus, a nigga over there with Tammy and 'em
Giving that bitch all your time
Why you deal with him? You oughta win

See that nigga there is a loser
Besides my dick is a ruler i bring it to ya
And plus he be with them bitches
And treating you like them bitches
You his main or his mistress?
I don't get it
How you living? I'm saying tho

I don't give a fuck, bruh, like I
Said, the bitch was bad, bruh, i hit
It, bad cuh, I had to hit it
A nigga was cheating on her anyway
Definitely cheating on her

My hating joint, my hating
Joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for
Me to hit a joint my hating joint, my hating
Joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for
Me to hit a joint my hating joint, my hating
Joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for
Me to hit a joint my hating joint, my hating
Joint, my hating joint, my hating joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for
Me to hit a joint