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heartbreaker - hbk kidd lyrics

[intro]
k*i*s*s*i*n*g
first, comes love, then, comes marriage
then, comes the baby in the…

[verse 1]
baby, it’s hbk, you wanna rape me, bae?
when i hit yo’ crib, don’t be tryna to make me stay
you better throw the p*ssy at me, b*tch, don’t make me wait
let’s make it clear, you ain’t the only b*tch dat date me, wait
i got a lot of hoes, yeah, a n*gga got a couple
i ain’t gon’ lie, when i f*ck ‘em, i be thinkin’ o’ you
you in love wit’ me, but i got love for you
so, play yo’ cards right, ‘cause a n*gga like to shuffle
shufflin’ lanes wit’ pay in miami in a ‘rrari
walkin’ through the crowd, i ain’t bougie in a party
then, hit new orleans, b*tches showin’ titts, throwin’ marti
they can tell i’m from detroit by the diamonds in the carti’s
baby, you tell me, “sorry,” when i’m in the wrong
even if you see your friend texts up in my phone
i got ‘bout ten hoes and none get along
so, when i heard dis beat, i made ‘em feel special in this song

[chorus]
first, come love, then, come marriage
you know i’m just playin’, girl, this d*ck – you gotta share it
see me bein’ honest, then, come the pain
f*ck it, went broke her heart like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain
f*ck it, went broke her heart like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain
f*ck it, went broke her heart like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain
f*ck it, went broke her heart like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain

[verse 2]
i was tellin’ thug n*ggas, “never sweat dese hoes”
‘cause players always get chose
see, you ain’t gotta trick no dough
if you real, you gon’ hit, n*gga, take it from a pro, worth a lil’ o
sip a lil’ mo’, but i sip a lot o’ cris*
pack ‘round by da fifth, never trip about a b*tch
if i want it, ion price*check, i buy da sh*t
glaciers in the piece, big enough to get hit by a ship
“oh, that’s yo’ babymama? sorry, but we got a fl!ck”
she leave you witcho’ b*lls blue, but you not a crip
you say, “she got a smart mouth and a lot o’ lip”
funny, ‘cause i was thinkin’ the same sh*t about her lips

first, come love, then, come marriage
you know i’m just playin’, girl, this d*ck – you gotta share it
see me bein’ honest, then, come the pain
f*ck it, went broke her heart like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain
like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain
like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain
like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain
like my twenty*thousand*dollar chain

[outro]
what up, ant?
yall all get the same love, yall all get the same love
bylug, get this motherf*cker, baby

- hbk kidd lyrics

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