Field Mob - I Hate You

Ya messin with my nerves
I gotta get away .... from you
Battle of sexes, more beef then summer jam
both blamin each other, pointin fingers like Uncle Sam
I be chillin man ... she just flip on some ol' shit
Woman hold a grudges like piss on a road trip
she be answerin my phone like she stay in my crib
worryin' about who's callin like she payin my bills
complain complainen every day and I feel
you gon' have to be happy with callin' me baby daddy
no mo' ridin and kickin' it... blowin dro in the caddie
you had me...no more (YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU BABY)
What ? bitch I ain't ya (BABY) bitch I ain't ya (BABY)
(YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU)

SHUT UP