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letra de heal up - berrelle

if i don’t get you what you want is you gone switch on me
if i decide to kick my cup, then where my back gone lean
i swear i can own backwoods, still can’t fit my pain in leafs
you can tell a n—a from the south the way i rock my ones, no crease

tryna stack my dollar amount so i can fill my pockets up with deceased
i feel like i’m drownin’ in water
it’s up to my ankles, i’m wearin’ capris
berrelle got alphabet b-tches, they stoppin’ that b cause they know he a p

she say i act like a baby when i’m off the drink, girl, where my sippy cup
yeah, i think that’s crazy cause she don’t get what she want, she the one actin’ up
double cup daily, i wake up down, i need my pick me up
i’m in the studio sittin’ on sounds that they ain’t even heard of, bruh
if you want smoke, then i’m rollin’ it up, n—a ain’t worried about nothin

i want some money in my truck in the front, alienated one-of-one
i with some n—-s who toting that sh-t for protection, they poppin’ they guns
i’m from the south of the city and reppin’ it every day under the sun
and i don’t need attention, my brodie behind that wall, and he gon’ trip if i don’t give him mentions
i just beat the mic, i feel like sonny liston
i walk in the booth like a ring, and punch in and hope that someone listen
i know that i’m blessed, just look at my closet, man, it’s full of christians

comin’ through your back door, use a distraction, of a jehovah witness
your hoe let me back door, you know how that go, just get someone different
never think about tip toeing around me, cause i like they keep my blinky
young n—a from the city, standin’ ten toes with they pocket presents
can’t take off like mike vickie
never turn my back on my brother
and one of us end up just like ricky
wanna know how i’m havin’ all this motions, just know my life ain’t risky
if i don’t get you what you want, is you gone switch on me
if i decide to kick my cup, then where my back gone lean
i swear i can own backwoods, still can’t fit my plate in leafs
you can tell a n—a from the south, the way i rock, my ones no crease
tryna stack my dollar amount, so i can fill my pockets up with the deceased

i feel like i’m drownin’ in water, it’s up to my ankles, i’m wearin’ capris
berrelle got alphabet b-tches, they stoppin’ at b cause they know he a p

- berrelle

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