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seventhirtyatmorning - you hated them كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah (hold on, ’bout to get throwed)
yeah, yeah (yeah)
n_ggas couldn’t get inside, we inside (woo)
my heart hurt less when i get fried (woo)
this sh_t sum new you ain’t felt (woah)
yeah, wake up in the morning, get belt (woah)

[chorus]
she bad, but she ain’t on my level (woah)
yeah, there’s bullets to dispute, let’s settle (woah)
you ‘posed to be mine, you ‘posed to be pure
we real deep in this sh_t, it’s worse (woah)
baby [?] (my baby)
i played you them songs, you hated them (you hated)
you know that i missed you, you [?]
[?]
you lie through your t__th, i see it in your face (i see)
that sh_t don’t work no more

[verse]
i’m so sad, wish i was wrong ’cause now my b_tch ass on the floor
and i ain’t eat for days to come, i’ve been off opiates and benzos
drugs are bad, kids, please don’t try ’em
you my brother, like [?], but bro, this b_tch make me feel like dying
i don’t got no choice, but first, you know lil’ ho, you knew sh_t would come sometime (sometime)
i take a b_tch from the country to the city, show her a new world, but don’t cross that line (that line)
i’m at my show and these b_tches showin’ titties and they beggin’ me to f_ck, but i don’t got time (no time)
i’m a fool with love ’cause it made me stupid, it’s just like drugs, it’ll k!ll you over time (over time)
yeah (woah)
yeah, i’m not tryna be someone i’m not, i’m not tryna do what’s best for y’all (i’m not)
if it’s smoke, c’mon, test the wock
sick of bro, put your ass to the bop
new dope got me feelin’ alive, new drank got me feelin’ the vibe
two of them, and they tryna ménage
bronx ho’ built like nicki minaj
i’m tryna give you everything that you asked for (i got), yeah, and more
i’m trying, i’m tryna give you everything that you need, you don’t gotta need no more (no more)
i want you to need me, that ass fat
look in your eyes, i don’t want s_x (no s_x)
[?] nothing like you, know that’s cap (that’s cap)
they just wanna f_ck, they couldn’t care less
i finna hop on my bag again
block out the voices, block it out, block it out, block it out
30’s and drums, these toys, suppress the pistol so it don’t make noise
we step on him, yeah, n_gga, i’m here
i’m sorry for the sh_t we had, i k!lled
[chorus]
she bad, but she ain’t on my level (my level)
yeah, there’s bullets to dispute, let’s settle (woah)
you ‘posed to be mine, you ‘posed to be pure
we real deep in this sh_t, it’s worse (woah)
baby [?] (my baby)
i played you them songs, you hated them (you hated)
you know that i missed you, you [?]
[?]
you lie through your t__th, i see it in your face (your face)
that sh_t don’t work no more, yeah

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah_yeah_yeah_yeah

- seventhirtyatmorning

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