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letra de @ heart - protect

[chorus]
yeah, call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let’s fix it (yeah)
i don’t ever wanna go through this again, man, i hate these b-tches
i still love you, okay, i got you in my prayers and wishes
and i won’t bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready
and i don’t know if i can trust you
gotta hold me steady (oh yeah), gotta hold me steady (uh-huh)
gotta make sure i’m not fine, yeah
i don’t even know bout you, but you ask me, like, ho, i’m high
i said i hate these drugs so much, but i’m always on it
yeah, i love my plug so much, i get happy when i call
i knew that boy would switch up exactly whеn i saw it
all these racks stuffed in thе brink’s truck
we bring ’em, yeah, we haul ’em
i’m a ball hog at heart, i see that sh-t, yeah, i need all ’em

[verse]
where you at? call my phone push, up on me
boy i hate these n-ggas, they so lame, yeah, they so phony
i can’t hang with no pig-ass n-ggas, they behind me
i just k!ll in the spot, drip designer on me
i know you see me, i know you see it (yeah)
broke, i don’t wanna be that
nosy ass-n-gga wanna know where i be at
n-gga wanna know where i eat at
you wanna know where i sleep at
get ran-ass n-gga turn relay
put the beats on that n-gga like bnyx
with a rich-ass ho, let’s have rich s-x
i’m on dnd, that’s why i miss texts
my crazy ass twin got kel-tecs
like, why would i quit? i ain’t fail yet
like, why would i quit? i ain’t die yet
been told these n-ggas it’s my year
we full court pressin’ the rick, we full court pressin’ these p-ssies
arp, it’s chrome and it’s quick
and that b-tch don’t give a f-ck ’bout no bullet
designer cardigan my f-ckin’ whip
shoot the cart like a turk, i’m in love with this lean
left hand on my cut, right hand on her gut
we tryna push up, okay, is you ready?
the gas is from canada, this sh-t gon’ be deady
and i’m tryna f-ck in this ho if she let me
these n-ggas can never love me cause i’m too fly, cause i’m too high, cause i’m too rich
and i’m ball hog, yeah, i promise that i’m gon’ die by that sh-t
and i was gon’ get a word with you, must had [?] that sh-t
i be saying that i hate them, swear to god i love these b-tches
[chorus]
call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let’s fix it (yeah)
i don’t ever wanna go through this again, man, i hate these b-tches
i still love you, okay, i got you in my prayers and wishes
and i won’t bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready
and i don’t know if i can trust you
gotta hold me steady (oh yeah), gotta hold me steady (uh-huh)
gotta make sure i’m not fine, yeah
i don’t even know bout you, but you ask me, like, ho, i’m high
i said i hate these drugs so much, but i’m always on it
yeah, i love my plug so much, i get happy when i call
i knew that boy would switch up exactly when i saw it
all these racks stuffed in the brink’s truck
we bring ’em, yeah, we haul ’em
i’m a ball hog at heart, i see that sh-t, yeah, i need all ’em

- protect

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