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from the heart - cjb lyrics

[intro]
gibbo
ayy, ymar
h*llo?
bro, why’re you still calling me?
thing is, i know what you did yesterday
i’m already f*cking other b*tches, so
i’m not taking you back
bye bye

[chorus]
yeah
n*gga, i’m better than hoes with they hearts so cold ’cause they ain’t got sh*t going for them
lovin’ all day, but they thottin’ all night, n*gga there ain’t no b*tch that’s loyal
tryin’ not to fight, but they gripe gripe gripe, because to them you just not important
all they think is nice is them likes likes likes and them n*ggas in their dm’s whoring
but i’m over that
bossin’ up, i got to keep scoring
they ain’t givin’ nothing but some p*ssy and some loving n*gga, i suggest you just ignore it
i ain’t hating on these b*tches but i’m playing all these b*tches ’cause my last one left me so torn
they be shallow, they be vicious, wouldn’t f*ck at the beginning, got my bag up now they give me glory (yeah, skips talk to ’em)

[verse]
(yeah, wassup, huh)
got my bag up, now they give me glory
i was mad ’bout a b*tch, i was sad like a simp, but i realized i just had to keep goin’
got my bag, gettin’ rich, now these gnats on my d*ck, i was dry but now i’m leavin’ them on open
and you chase ass and the tits, well that’s what i get, while you chasin’ them and i don’t show emotion (and that’s just facts)
my bust down wrist is cold as f*ck you’d think it’s snowing
mgm, i got it holdin’ up my jeans, you know it’s golden
activis i’m pouring up the potion
y’all be sipping benadryl while i’m in outer sp*ce floatin’
call me cam newton, b*tch, i’m goated
smokin’ runtz it’s color coated, got me straight up out of focus
i’m startin’ to get hotter than the solar
i’m still cold like minnesota, with the drip and with the wh0res
yea, ooh oh ooh oh
these b*tches ain’t sh*t, but y’all all know this
wouldn’t suck my d*ck ’til i popped my sh*t, but i popped off quick, so they on my d*ck
tryna leech up off the cash so awfully quick, so once i hit imma block this chick
she be claimin’ me now, that is not my b*tch
cause she was not found when i was so down, so hit
explain that sh*t
i don’t think i’ll fall in love again, no way
rollie wrist, designer on my fit, i’m payed
b*tches treatin’ me like n*ggas treat beyonce
it’s too late for y’all to hop on*wave
i been grindin’ for so long i came a long way
and results is starting to show, it’s still a long way
but like triple h, i gotta stay on my game (yeah, skips talk to ’em)
[pre*chorus]
ain’t n0body wanna see me up but me
people tryna put me down every single chance they get, but b*tch you cannot tug me
i used to think these shorties was all lovey*dovey
’til i went and f*cked around and let them b*tches dub me
then i ghosted all them hoes and now they say they want me
psh, i don’t want your p*ssy, baby, i just want cheese
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
yeah
n*gga, i’m better than hoes with they hearts so cold ’cause they ain’t got sh*t going for them
lovin’ all day, but they thottin’ all night, n*gga there ain’t no b*tch that’s loyal
tryin’ not to fight, but they gripe gripe gripe, because to them you just not important
all they think is nice is them likes likes likes and them n*ggas in their dm’s whoring
but i’m over that
bossin’ up, i got to keep scoring
they ain’t givin’ nothing but some p*ssy and some loving n*gga, i suggest you just ignore it
i ain’t hating on these b*tches but i’m playing all these b*tches ’cause my last one left me so torn
they be shallow, they be vicious, wouldn’t f*ck at the beginning, got my bag up now they give me glory (yeah, skips talk to ’em)

- cjb lyrics

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