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letra de hear it / new love - koujas

[intro]
(what do you desire? b-tch, haha)
oh my god, oh my god
yeah, d-mn

[chorus]
i got a lot of sh-t i gotta say
he wanna play and i swear he gon’ lay
i get the money yeah, no delay
she got the heart’ on like she play
checkin’ my phone to see if you texted
b-tch, i’m the goat, i’m not like the rest
she said i be clean as f-ck like some zest
thought that she ate but that sh-t was a test
[verse]
you draw yo’ heart in the wall, i said f-ck ’em all
’cause i still ball, when it get rough, is it you i call?
say that she hear me, girl, is that all?
i’m off the percs, xan, do it all
we throw the racks up, watch ’em fall
talkin’ the real sh-t, i speak it all
[?] stayed down ’cause i need ya’
b-tch, i keep the rocket like a [?]
i just be sippin’ drank for no reason
look at my heart cold like the freezer
he finna change up like the season
say she love me, she don’t mean it
sippin’ that dirty sh-t, i been leanin’
[?] just talk, you don’t hear it
i’m in that amg sippin’ on carti
rockin’ a all black fit wit’ a brand new b-tch
walk in this b-tch and my bro got a stick
call up my brother, i ain’t playin’ that sh-t
look at my eyes, she seein’ a demon
double cup love, i just be leanin’
same twin, yeah my bro, we feenin’
i said f-ck love ’cause she don’t know the meanin’
i got my racks up, got my bread up and i stay the same
shoutout my brother, mat, he stayed ten toes
when everybody f-ckin’ change
hop in that b-tch and we switchin’ that lane
look at my hoodie it stay in its lane
she loosin’ her mind, she goin’ insane
hop on a flight and i went to la
[chorus]
i got a lot of sh-t i gotta say
he wanna play and i swear he gon’ lay
i get the money yeah, no delay
she got the heart’ on like she play
checkin’ my phone to see if you texted
b-tch, i’m the goat, i’m not like the rest
she said i be clean as f-ck like some zest
thought that she ate but that sh-t was a test

[intro]
(yeah, d-mn)
yeah (d-mn, d-mn)
woah (yeah)

[chorus]
i need some brand new drank
i need some brand new love
they talkin’ on me, they my son
i got that gas in my lung
i’m on a percocet on a private jet
i got my foot, b-tch, up in all they necks
sendin’ them boys threats through a f-ckin’ text
they wanna be me ’cause i’m the f-ckin’ best
[verse]
i got some purple in my cup, i feel like a laker’
i know that ho a thot so i can’t save her
i’m finna delete them texts, delete them pictures
’cause i can’t miss you, you wanna talk?
i say what’s the issue?
look at my pockets, they stuffed wit’ that green
[?] myself and i’m not on lean
i had to dirty my cup and i can’t feel a thing
close that door when the nights it rain
my heart got colder, racks got a little older
look at these hoes, man they gettin’ bolder
smokin’ that good sh-t, smell the odor

- koujas

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