D. Tucker - Love It, Hate It lyrics

[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 n***a 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 sh** 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 b**hes 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**ing 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**ing 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**ing hate it homes!