Heartbreak From Cell 210
Inglés

Letra de Heartbreak From Cell 210

GéneroHip Hop Rap
Idioma originalInglés
Vistas42
AaLectura
Tamaño 18

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I, why? Oh-oh, I, why? You did me in the worst way Dissed me on my birthday Got my heart so frozen on this road I need a first date It was on a Monday Flew out to my birthplace Fucked another nigga in my city And left on Thursday I was so heartbroken, dawg I had this [?] I gave you three years of my life Bitch, you was thirsty I feel like you cursed me It's such a perverse way Should've seen the devil in your eyes On our first date, ah Sittin' in my whip talkin' to myself I feel so stupid, dawg How the fuck I let you trick me Into thinkin' you was squad? Need to focus on myself Before I start to lose it, dawg When you lose a bitch you love You feel like you 'gon lose it all Oh, oh, oh, oh All I tried to do is get this money And then ball with you I done had some bitch when I was in prison And let my dawg get her Gotta crop 'em out the frame now 'Cause this a small picture All bitches, young bitches, old bitches, tall bitches All they want is all bitches Prolly let my brother hit it Fuck 'bout your BBL and titties is I ain't fuckin' with it If you don't come with loyalty these days Then I ain't fuckin' with it Youngin watchin' my brother Jamie Touch about a hunnid-fifty But wanna show you all a [?] In fact, I keep my gunner with me Cryin' [?] tears all on my heart I put a bucket in it Prison calls, I ain't call 'em Shock, bitch, I plug in ears (oh, oh, oh) You're all on my mind You up there runnin' in [?] (oh) Lil' niggas watchin' up for passes Tryna run up in here (oh, oh, oh) And all I have is heart for you But you left nothin' in there How much is this fucked up? Niggas [?] same and they want me to fail Stabbin' through the fire and the flame It's like walkin' through hell Yeah, okay I done left me a toast Getting through on either coast Brodie had a jet for myself I sent him a vehicle Told him get on his feet I sent fifty-thousand and get it to him My son growin' up fast And I ain't there to put the [?] to him Hurt my heart behind that visit glass When I be speakin' to him Operator talkin' over stories That I'm readin' to him I can't even get it worried But that's what this shit is servin' me

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