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yfn lucci - fading heart. كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah (juneonnabeat)
uh_huh, uh (uh, look)

[verse]
i got a drop on the opp, we gon’ stop by they spot, let that b_tch rock, f_ck a knock
still on the block, f_ck the cops, threw all the work, but i’m takin’ my knot
stuck in a box (yeah)
uppin’ that glock, we were thuggin’ a lot (oh, oh)
i bring that sh_t home, what you fussin’ about? (yeah)
she say too much drugs in the house, but she sittin’ on a brick (oh, oh)
it’s a dub in the couch, ain’t no lovin’ me now
you made me like this (yeah, yeah), you hurt me so bad, swear it’s hard to forget (oh, oh)
the problem with me, man, my heart is too big (yeah)
these louis got grip, i can’t fall for no b_tch (yeah, yeah)
can’t depend on you, but can’t wait to call me for sh_t (oh, oh, oh)
can’t put your heart in this sh_t
must play your part (part), i turn to ray with this carbon
can’t see me, ray in the dark, charles
shawty got bars, we roll them fatter than cuban cigars
i want that paper like cuban, mark
don’t tell you enough, girl, you beautiful, yeah (yeah)
my face is a scr_p, i don’t carry no gat (oh, oh)
plus, my franck cost a rack, i don’t hang with no rats (oh)
put the gang on my back, put your main in the back (yeah, back)
maybach, i’m the same n_gga from way back
walk in the spot, where that cake at? (oh)
p_ssy so wet, where the lake at? (oh)
shawty stuck with me like face tats
talkin’ on the phone all late, listenin’ to drake (yeah, yeah, yeah)
f_ck around, eat her like steak, f_ck around, eat the boy’s face (yeah, yeah)
pretty b_tch, go both ways, big_face rollie, okay
my partner on e, but the 40 on me
that monkey off my back, now i’m straight (yeah)
the lean help the pain go away
40k for a ‘fit, had to wear it four days (four days)
countin’ new money, thinkin’ ’bout the old days (old days)
i am a mack, these n_ggas all lame (lame)
i am so g, these n_ggas so gay, all on my d_ck on some fan sh_t
look like a glock, but it sound like a hand stick (hand stick)
went and got a b_tton, it’ll leave a n_gga damaged, d_mnit (damged)
uh, now it’s balenci’, no more hand_me_downs (downs)
better not mess with the family (yeah)
made her make a mess in her panties (oh, oh)
she sent the addy, so i popped an addy (oh)
ain’t nothin’ i do average
chasin’ that baggage (bag), we catch ’em lackin’, it’s up like the attic
empty that clip, boy, you better not panic (yeah)
vv’s on me and they dancin’ (dancin’)
nene callin’ and she nasty, kiki callin’ me, harassin’ (uh)
cc on me, now i’m flexin’, wait ’til i pull out the next one (one)
we be on jets like the jetsons (jetsons)
barely wear nikes, so who is gon’ check him? (oh)
gave her an x pill, she gave me necklace (‘lace)
we like the x_men, we came to wreck sh_t
thought you was special, you like the next b_tch
show me affection, we got connection
all in your spot like we inspectin’, sh_t can get hectic
n_ggas get wet quick (oh), all of my k!llers, they desperate (oh)
so many blues, these b_tches won’t separate (seprate)
[outro]
d_mn, i mean separate, i found a better way
12 was trippin’ on a n_gga like ella mai
n_gga, you featherweight, i’m more like money may
cross me a n_gga the motherf_ckin’ hard way
i am the one (yeah), no playin’ it hard

- yfn lucci

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