[Lars]

"Lover Haters" Feat. CopyPat

"Lover Haters" - Feat. CopyPat

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Baron:
New flavor of the month. The true player ladies want. Soothsayer with so much game, I'd caught her with a smile. If I talked to her a while, she'd wish I'd walk her up the aisle. I'm an author. I'm a stylist. I'm a thousand different lies. I'm the loud-mouth spitting rhymes to the crowd she's with outside. You're the clown who sympathizes with her after I'm done. When she's down you bitches try to play the man she should love. I'm at the back of the club, that male chauvinist pig flossin', while chatting it up with Copy's chick, just to show him I've still got it!

Copy:
Loaded and pissed off, crashin the party. Go to just swig shots, actin retarded. I’m after the hotties with the naturalist bodies. Motive to get sauced and bag me a shawty. I’m basically prowling when I’m eyeing this whore. Flagrantly fouling when I’m trying to score. I’m the eye of the storm when I’m talkin a little. A mess on the outside but I’m calm in the middle. My confidence bristles when I wanna get with it. I’m talkin to bitches but they do not even listen. And the common denominator in all a this business is all of the alcohol that I’m constantly drinkin.

Baron:
The gift of the gab's just this thing that I've had before I knew of its name. Don't over-think it. Relax when talking to her. Be patient. Listening's actually all it usually takes if you're with it and tactful in your pursuit of the game. It's as simple as that and as complex as you make it, to get a chick in the sack with irreverent statements. I'll be chilling out back having a drink with the lads, when I'll get a text from one saved in as "Whatever-Her-Name-Is". I can't remember their faces, just their asses and body types. I've slept with 'em ranging from bad bitches to college tykes. From bedrooms to basements and every place in between, but it's an effort maintaining and changing the sheets!

Copy:
Number one mack daddy, somersault back bending in the back of my Chevy, hunched and all that sweating.. is foggin the windows, the mirror and the chrome. I brought the essentials: the beer and Patron. You can hear the bitch moan when I’m puttin in work, from here to the road. Shit I’m goin berserk. Bonkers, bananas, I’m wild and I’m zany. I conquered ya asses, vagina's and anus. Defiling and tainting, I find it degrading. Woman are the canvas see.. I finished off this masterpiece by finally spraying. Signing the painting with my signature of splatting seed. The eyes of my lady are filling up, it’s rapidly blinding. She’s making me give a fuck.. I’m actually trying to basically give it up. But that would be lying, a fate that I didn't trust. Cause Pat is the guy who just hates that he is in love.