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letra de bad heart - $ir abe

[chorus: $ir abe]
fast car, i’m in that jaguar
you ain’t with the gang, you just act hard
shorty i got codeine in my veins, got a bad heart
with my lady, her name mouna kane, she a trap star
woah like, tell me what you need
makin’ money i be speakin’ guapanese
stay tucked, with a glizzy underneath
f-ck n-gga, ‘tryna take away from me
blow sh-t like i’m from the middle east
got a choppa and it came with lemon squeeze
big stage, where i’m finna be
she ain’t with it so i had to make her leave
[verse 1: $ir abe]
big stage, where i’m finna be
she ain’t with it, so i had to makе her leave
and hе talkin’ big sh-t, so we had to push a n-gga back
and .40 my side, it’s there for my life
yeah i keep with me, so i never lack
and they call me money man, i keep a stack
and these n-ggas funny man, we never laugh
and i feel like carti man, i’m saying “slatt”
my n-ggas like fedex movin’ packs
throw yo’ flags up
you gon’ bow to me, i’m yo’ massa
send a n-gga to the pastor, aye
shorty told me f-ck her faster, aye
hate n-ggas like i’m triple k
drug habit, it’s a bad habit, like steve lacey
dig his grave, where he lay
shoot a n-gga, how the piece taste?
cut her off, like she fake
point the choppa at his t–th aye
body, body, like pete dave
malley in the backseat, aye
i get her gone, cut the hoe off
k.o a n-gga, i feel like jake paul

[bridge: $ir abe]
fast car, i’m in that jaguar
you ain’t with the gang, you just act hard
shorty i got codeine in my veins, got a bad heart
with my lady, her name mouna kane, she a trap star
woah like-
[verse 2: malley$hotcupid]
i got a ruler on me
f-ckin’ that b-tch in my ksubi jeans
ride with my friends, and no this not new to me
i feel like the man, just look at this suit on me
watch me advance, f-ck all the foolery
yo’ girl a thot, she for the team
she say that she love me, but what do you mean?
she say that i love you, but ain’t what i see
ugh, she told my heart, now it’s bad
what, what, what
and i don’t want that sh-t back
all those lies, why’d you cap?
i don’t want you back, back
yeah i’m gone, sippin’ with $ir abe i’m gone
poppin’ these pillies i’m wrong
i send two or five at his dome
in the royce, i might roll
all these drugs took a toll
on my heart now it’s gone
on my heart now it’s gone, yeah

- ir abe

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