Waka Flocka Flame - Love me or hate me lyrics

Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me (Ice Burgandy) To be loved, to be loved, she just wants to be loved She's in love with a thug popping bottles in the club Smoking bud, roll it up, nothing underneath the ...... I'm polo'd up, Shawty looking at me like she wanna f** Do my stuff, do my stuff, yeah I really do my stuff She be telling me she love me I be telling her it's lust See me on stage with new hoes and she be jealous as a f** She say whatever you do I know you better wrap it up She know like half of my crew that's with me traveling on the bus She say I have a hand full of them cool, but the others I can trust She don't really wanna leave me but she say she on the cusp She asks if it's too much, Ice Burgundy for you to just... Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me (Waka Flocka Flame) (bricksquaaad) If I f**ed three of your friends, would you hate me? But then buy you a diamond ring bit' would you love me? It's just some sh** to think about Never would they put the flame out, what the f** they thinking about? I'ma put my chain out, show you what real love about Got a car, got a house, with a dog and a picket fence... (haha) I'm just bullsh**tin' baby girl, that's fairy tales I got a b**h for every state, call it clientele Man I hit them well, they call me bed breaker BKA the leg shaker, Waka Flame I'ma break her... Man that's some real sh** I don't need no bougie girls to run a hood b**h (Waka Flocka) Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me (French Montana) (I'mma dope boy...) Hey, got 20 racks I'm trying to blow Shawty give me a head with an honour roll Neck full of ice and time to go n******gs in the streets 50 Thou' a show Here's a little story about a n***a named Montana Came on fresh about the gutter so that bu*ter (got that fanta?) b**h fresh out the lot, spend the whole mill A n***a bo dill' fresh out the shop, got that flow Fresh off the pot, you know I get mine Fresh off the top, pipping mane Switchin' lanes Got that work out the kitchen mane Candy paint, grip the grain If it it ain't my style I ain't switchin' mane Big face money I love to (weight?) Hate to love, you love to hate I love that p**y, I love the face Me and smurf, Gucci fly Flyin' spur Gucci tie Me and burg' Money first All the b**hes love to walk Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me Love me, or you can hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me