Lyrics to Heart Felt
That's how my heart felt
I had to keep it heartfelt, that's how my heart felt
She ain't give a fuck about it, made my heart melt
Remember when she fell in love, she had the hard smelt
Yeah, Chrome Heart pants, Chrome Heart belt
Art show traphouse, makin' art sales
My nigga Ls in the hood sellin'—
My nigga L— my nigga Ls in the hood sellin' pitbulls tryna catch a sale
Latex cover up her nipples 'til she on her belly
Uppin' prices on thеse niggas, fuck Martin Shkreli
Conversations with hеr friends, I think my shorty jelly
Hit that jump shot, then I hit my celly
Shawty said she wanna fuck, so I booked the telly
Shawty pulled up on me, she know I been ready
Call me Ready Freddy
Yeah, I might eat the booty 'cause that shit be jelly
Yeah, this the next day, we gon' go to [?]
Spendin' all this money on her, yeah, she think it's ours
Damn, this time flyin', I done checked the hours
Hell yeah, 1c growin' bigger, fillin' up the conference
You tryna get a lil' split of the chicken? Meet me at the office
He seen lil' bro face on the lick, bro, we had to off him
I got Von with me, you know he happily tossed him
My Mexican got a nine of Act', I'm finna grab it off him
This a Chrome Heart ten milli' straight from Matty Boy
I got a quarter million-dollar cup, you a jelly boy
My daddy smacks up my oil too, I'm my daddy boy
In traffic, four Maybach trucks, how many Caddies for it?
And they all V's
This young nigga just called me "Ganger," finna call Veeze
Who the fuck is he?
I'm smokin' blacks, poppin' pills, drinkin' drank, I don't fuck with weed
Every bitch I done hit raw
Every bitch I hit raw since I came home done stuck with me
I got 'em all pregnant
Ayy, shot the dreads out his head with the .9, bullet was bald headed
All twenty-dollar bills, this a tall seven, man
My mans on the lookout, we got 'em shook out
Bitch, I bought a book out
They didn't use to look, but they gotta look now
Can't come get food, we got this bitch booked out
You would've thought it was a cookout
.38 special on me, niggas need to cook now
They was always wary of me, nigga, 'cause I stood out
(I said that, I said that where he said—)
Better watch out how I say it, don't wanna go to Hell
Bro locked up, wan' break him out of jail
FaceTime shorty while they do my nails
Furry baby on me, make her wag her tail
Posted in that Benz, I do that dash for real
Yeah, for real
I had to keep it heartfelt, that's how my heart felt
She ain't give a fuck about it, made my heart melt
Remember when she fell in love, she had the hard smelt
Yeah, Chrome Heart pants, Chrome Heart belt
Art show traphouse, makin' art sales
My nigga Ls in the hood sellin'—
My nigga L— my nigga Ls in the hood sellin' pitbulls tryna catch a sale
Latex cover up her nipples 'til she on her belly
Uppin' prices on thеse niggas, fuck Martin Shkreli
Conversations with hеr friends, I think my shorty jelly
Hit that jump shot, then I hit my celly
Shawty said she wanna fuck, so I booked the telly
Shawty pulled up on me, she know I been ready
Call me Ready Freddy
Yeah, I might eat the booty 'cause that shit be jelly
Yeah, this the next day, we gon' go to [?]
Spendin' all this money on her, yeah, she think it's ours
Damn, this time flyin', I done checked the hours
Hell yeah, 1c growin' bigger, fillin' up the conference
You tryna get a lil' split of the chicken? Meet me at the office
He seen lil' bro face on the lick, bro, we had to off him
I got Von with me, you know he happily tossed him
My Mexican got a nine of Act', I'm finna grab it off him
This a Chrome Heart ten milli' straight from Matty Boy
I got a quarter million-dollar cup, you a jelly boy
My daddy smacks up my oil too, I'm my daddy boy
In traffic, four Maybach trucks, how many Caddies for it?
And they all V's
This young nigga just called me "Ganger," finna call Veeze
Who the fuck is he?
I'm smokin' blacks, poppin' pills, drinkin' drank, I don't fuck with weed
Every bitch I done hit raw
Every bitch I hit raw since I came home done stuck with me
I got 'em all pregnant
Ayy, shot the dreads out his head with the .9, bullet was bald headed
All twenty-dollar bills, this a tall seven, man
My mans on the lookout, we got 'em shook out
Bitch, I bought a book out
They didn't use to look, but they gotta look now
Can't come get food, we got this bitch booked out
You would've thought it was a cookout
.38 special on me, niggas need to cook now
They was always wary of me, nigga, 'cause I stood out
(I said that, I said that where he said—)
Better watch out how I say it, don't wanna go to Hell
Bro locked up, wan' break him out of jail
FaceTime shorty while they do my nails
Furry baby on me, make her wag her tail
Posted in that Benz, I do that dash for real
Yeah, for real
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