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letra de hurt my heart - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(berge always flexin’)

[chorus]
ooh, hurtin’ my heart
i don’t know what the f-ck this b-tch thought
oh, lord, got me callin’ my god
you ain’t mine, probably f-ckin’ my boy

[verse 1]
i don’t need you, ho
i been puttin’ up with your sh-t ever since i was a jit
i say, “b-tch, you gotta go”
always knew you wasn’t sh-t, but i loved you too strong
only when you ’round, you f-ck with me, get mad and then you party
know you gon’ get drunk and wanna f-ck, ho, why you startin’ me?
know them hoes you be with wanna f-ck, laugh when you saltin’ me
know that sh-t you tell them don’t add up, you got tattoos of me
all across your face, ho, you down bad, i hate you
all them moves i make, i never tried once for to break you
out of all them moves you make, b-tch, you ain’t breakin’ me
you know not one n-gga for to play ’cause it ain’t safe with me
after all them times you laid with them, b-tch, you ain’t think of me at all?
get mad and the sh-t you say to me, you hate me, wish i’d fall
you need to tell his baby mama what you know, that boy don’t play with me
all that sh-t y’all pull on me gon’ make me k!ll that child inside the street
you f-cked on him, you don’t f-ck with me
you run, i ain’t tryin’ catchin’ up
and you never said it ’til this day, this ho think i’m a f-ckin duck
you deserve everything these b-tches havin’, but you f-cked it up
only takin’ orders from my daddy, you know i’m slimy, probably put you up
[chorus]
ooh, hurtin’ my heart
i don’t know what the f-ck this b-tch thought
oh, lord, got me callin’ my god
she ain’t mine, probably f-ckin’ my boy

[verse 2]
gotta love the hoes that stick on my side
might make a fl!ck with yaya
i’m on the other side of options tonight
i come from the northside
you was with me, i was f-cked up, we ain’t have a house, we would f-ck outside
then we had to switch it up, at the time, it’s up, i had the hood hot
b-tch always lyin’ and tellin’ lies on me
you ain’t my type of woman, ain’t the type of b-tch i need
and i ain’t your type of n-gga, you don’t do that sh-t to me
yeah, you know right from wrong, don’t try to apologize

[bridge]
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
i see a star in the sky
it’s not shinin’, it’s been dim
i swear i seen a star cry
i say, she used to be my wish, you know i’m not them
[chorus]
ooh, hurtin’ my heart
i don’t know what the f-ck this b-tch thought
oh, lord, i just pulled up in a push-start
buy my baby mama another from br

[verse 3]
f-ck your trust, i know i’m more turnt up than that boy
uh, f-ck your heart and if i burned it, hope it boil
godd-mn, you a snake, and b-tch, you knowin’ that i’m knowin’
be with his sister and you did that to that boy
used to help me write rhymes
even in jail, you helped me through all my times
know i k!lled that fat b-tch boyfriend that be around
ayy, while that time i was in jail, straight from parish prison

[chorus]
ooh, hurtin’ my heart
i don’t know what the f-ck this b-tch thought
oh, lord, got me callin’ my god
she ain’t mine, probably f-ckin’ my boy

- youngboy never broke again

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