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letra de no heart - culmorecity

[verse: f3bi3n]
n-gga play your part before i make your life restart
i was in them trenches, feinin and thuggin to make it far
now you see me going harder, i was stronger in the dark
n-gga shut the f-ck up , i don’t give a f-ck about alarms
i’m a savage out the c, baby i ain’t got no heart
i ain’t trippin about my n-ggas, i know loyalty is raw
i was destroying the park, i know that they momma saw
keep that same energy, where i’m from we don’t go soft
p-ssy n-gga keep on texting me, you n-ggas really b-tches
you were hyping up your homie, said he solid but he snitching
you can’t trust n0body no more like that, brodie know i’m with it
yo stop trippin about that girl, think that she playing, she at thе benches
yeah i know you wanna makе it out, but lil n-gga just listen
keep your self right in that lane, don’t pay attention, keep your business
man it’s crazy when your ride or die n-ggas turn to witness
b-tch i’m up, i be cooking stuff in studios and kitchens
goofy n-ggas think they bugging, im to real for all the dissing
i don’t hang around with n-ggas who ain’t willing for the risking
and i’m lurking, i ain’t falling for the set ups, keep your distance
better change what you be doing, i ain’t jealous, i ain’t trippin
b-tch i’m that n-gga who checks up on my people, you can’t relate
b-tch i’m that n-gga who ain’t say it on the net but in your face
i’m still that n-gga holding it down for my brothers in the cage
i’m a savage, i ain’t regular, i’m pulling up today
i’m still thuggin, throwing up c’s, blasting culmore in my speaker
she kept telling what do so you know i gotta leave her
how you mad that i’m still going, my cup dirty you a cleaner
i’m just laughing, you think your b-tch at crib? boy i just seen her
i can see why she be cheating, you got nike with adidas
she was telling me to come over, i told her i don’t need her
this for my momma, who was truly showing me to be a leader
my eyes blurry, finger itching, he ain’t active he a reader
i was riding on my own through the storm what you know about my life that you speaking, what you know about the code
your the one who always breaking it, the one doing the most
keep yourself outta corner, my potential ain’t at low
and if i ever get locked up, i’m sending shooters to your home
cause i ain’t got no f-cking heart lil n-gga finna wipe a nose
i keep planning up ahead of me, i’m thinking way to long
in my songs, i’m never wrong, waste of bullets, you ain’t blow
and i heard you said you dropped one of my n-ggas in my city i’m like “who?”
n-gga capping, culmore vultures, your men ain’t ready to shoot
pay attention to them signs, they be telling you the truth
that lil boy though i was playing, now my demons follow you
now my demons follow you
they gon do what ima do
let my bullets swallow you

- culmorecity

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