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letra de dead to me - yung bleu

[intro]
you broke my heart, you broke my heart

[chorus]
you broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin’ solo
my money don’t fold, my money don’t fold, how you gon’ stack this mojo
i got my new b-tch jet-skiing, i done took the cake home
i don’t wanna take no photo, no i don’t wanna take no photo
i don’t wanna have no dates
’cause b-tch you dead to me so get the f-ck up out my face
yeah, ’cause b-tch you dead to me so get the f-ck up out my face

[verse 1]
i ain’t finna talk rude to you
i’m just finna talk rules to you
listen b-tch, rule number one
i’m supposed to be the number one
f-ckin’ off, i ain’t have a clue
i was boyfriend number two
bringing me to rule number two
never have me lookin’ like a fool
how the f-ck you thinkin’ that was cool?
all the fast cars and the jewels
n-gg- even paid for your shoes
(real sh-t, real talk n-gg-)
but i got a new b-tch, matter fact i got ’bout three new new b-tches
i done learned my lesson, treat these b-tches like ain’t nothin’
most these hoes be out here f-ckin’ different n-gg-s like it’s nothin’
just to feel like they is something
you did me wrong, that explains why i’m heartless
(i don’t give a f-ck now, for real)

[verse 2]
why the f-ck is you calling my phone?
why the f-ck you won’t leave me alone?
you made your choice, yeah
and now you got the voicemail
that p-ssy moist, yeah, you reminiscing
i pulled up in that mean machine and i got all the b-tches
i gave you top of the line, i know you miss it baby
if you could turn back the time, i wouldn’t let you baby
now you can’t buy what i buy, it’s too expensive baby
now you can’t buy what i buy, it’s too expensive baby
i want to lick it and stick it
i can’t be f-ckin’ with too many b-tches, i gotta be choosey and picky
i’m leaving your neck with a hickey
you might be the illest, the trillest that did it
you was surprised when i told you to visit
ain’t know that i f-ck with some diddy
come take a ride through my city
you know that you good if you bang with us
we from the trenches, we get to the digits, you know that it’s dangerous
that n-gg- you f-ckin’, he lame as f-ck
ah-ayy, this what i told her

- yung bleu

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