D. Tucker Love It Hate It
[Verse 1: D. Tucker]
It's not right for me to not-not thank yall
Confusing huh?
That's how I roll
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
It only make sense that I take it back to the first rhyme one time, with that said, thank you
I do it properly so hopefully the younger folks hears it, here's a copy
Because, I take pride in the body-copy
Movement never sloppy
Most confused nigga
I love it
I hate it
I love it
I hate it
Indecisive as if I'm picking from a petal
But they say I say hot like a kettle
Never little like a cattle
But I go hard like the petal to the metal
Showing up with two chicks
Size of toothpicks
Models
Bottles
I'm used to that shit
I like it but
I love it, I hate it
I love it, I hate it
[Hook: D. Tucker]
You'll probably love or hate it, I love it-hate it, I love, I love-hate it, I love, I love-hate it, I love, I love-hate it, I love, I love-hate it. I love-hate it ugh
[Verse 2: D. Tucker]
All the girls I dated
I wonder how it really feels on this date
To know I'm the guy you used to date
I bet they love it
I be they hate it
I bet the love it
I bet they hate it
They probably hate me though;
Because I used to care
But I don't care anymore
Because everywhere I go, there be them pretty hoes
And even knowing that
I don't care for
Because everybody know these hoes be fronting
All in your face act like you owe then something
Or perhaps cause now-a-days you're something-else
Man I swear to God these bitches be something else
And even knowing that
I'm always back to that
I love it
Hate it
I love it
Hate it
I love it
Hate it!
Please!
Mistakes?
Only one I've made is when I thought I made it
But who cares though, cause right now I'm all in your ear ho and you'll probably love it, or hate it, love it or hate it, love it or f..cking hate it yo!
[Hook: D. Tucker]
You'll probably love or hate it, I love it-hate it, I love, I love-hate it, I love, I love-hate it, I love, I love-hate it, I love, I love-hate it. I love-hate it ugh
[Verse 3: D. Tucker]
But on on the real
I do it for the fans
The ones in the stands
Champagne in their hands
Telling all their friends
That I am the man
I even do it for the ones that hate
Let them hate
That's their f..cking job anyway
I am going to fly over seas cutting steak anyway
Filet or the bone
And because I'm known
Anywhere I go I got a girl to fork or spoon
But even knowing that
I want them to leave me alone, cause nothing's like the one you got back home and knowing that you'll probably f..cking hate it homes!
