PURE HATE Lyrics – Freddie Dredd

Read the full PURE HATE lyrics by Freddie Dredd along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Freddie Dredd’s music, you can also explore TAKE A LOOK and ON THE NEWS, two other songs by Freddie Dredd.

[Intro]
I’ma kill a busta’, motherfu*ker with a Glock
Have a fu*king heart attack
I don’t give a mother—
I’ma kill a busta’, motherfu*ker with a Glock
Have a fu*king heart—
Hurt— that’s your—
Hurt— that’s your—
Hurt—

[Verse]
That’s your money, hurt, that’s a damn shame

When I when walk up in this b!tch, they be like: “Hello, Freddie, mane”
What you need? Do you want some opps? No, you fu*king love ’em
Want tequila? Do you fu*king need it? C’mon, man, now breath it
(??) them up, with the coc*ine I love
See it now? A simple man, I don’t want no fu*king (??)
Have you think I got the s*it? Got the swagging (??)
Got the (??) in my base, the Freddie ain’t the same
Standing up I’m looking tall, standing up I’m gonna fall
Standing up uppon my bread and now I’ll never be like y’all
Ain’t no peasant, b!tch, be fu*king with my money, laying down a little
Fu*king with your honey, ain’t it funny? Cut right up the middle
I can see right through, see ya’, man, you can’t hide from what’s inside
Murder loving piece of s*it, see the (??), b!tch
Pure fu*king hate, better wait, now you feel the pressure
Heart is speeding up, gonna level with yo’ gat

[Chorus]
Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate— hate
Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate— hate— hate
Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate— hate
Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate, s*it
Doomshop, motherfu*ker
Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate— hate
Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate— hate— hate
Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate— hate

Pure fu*king hate, pure fu*king hate, s*it
Doomshop, motherfu*ker