Heartless Songtext
von Chris Travis
Heartless Songtext
F*ck about that little bit
You know that I′m hard200 Ms. I might push out the rod fish
B*tch I'm too rich to ever say I′m sorry
I want the full of my n*gga no bark
Effing on me shoot this like I'm hard
I want the grin like I play for the spark
I cut the grass ain't no s*x in my car
I just look back and see what I had started Damn
My n*gga got rich in upon us
Came a long way from them days I was starved
F*ck all the options at target we mark
Get out the whipping they watch as we park
Smoking too much anxiety got a spark
F*ck about the n*gga. My father′s on Mars
(B*tch)
I don′t give a f*ck about the n*ggas uh
B*tch on my thumb is no penicillin uh
Mention with them 28 foot ceilings up
N*gga I done blew about 2 million
MPXİS they feel us uh
Hey, got these b*tches waiting in a feelings uh
Married dinner 3k live my spirit song (aye,aye)
No n*ggas scary no they fearing noise
(B*tch)
F*ck about that little bit
You know that I'm hard200 Ms. I might push out the rod fish
B*tch I′m too rich to ever say I'm sorry
I want the full of my n*gga no bark
Effing on me shoot this like I′m hard
I want the grin like I play for the spark
I cut the grass ain't no s*x in my car
I just look back and see what I had started Damn
My n*gga got rich in upon us
Came a long way from them days I was starved
F*ck all the options at target we mark
Get out the whipping they watch as we park
Smoking too much anxiety got a spark
F*ck about the n*gga My Father′s on Mars
You know that I′m hard200 Ms. I might push out the rod fish
B*tch I'm too rich to ever say I′m sorry
I want the full of my n*gga no bark
Effing on me shoot this like I'm hard
I want the grin like I play for the spark
I cut the grass ain't no s*x in my car
I just look back and see what I had started Damn
My n*gga got rich in upon us
Came a long way from them days I was starved
F*ck all the options at target we mark
Get out the whipping they watch as we park
Smoking too much anxiety got a spark
F*ck about the n*gga. My father′s on Mars
(B*tch)
I don′t give a f*ck about the n*ggas uh
B*tch on my thumb is no penicillin uh
Mention with them 28 foot ceilings up
N*gga I done blew about 2 million
MPXİS they feel us uh
Hey, got these b*tches waiting in a feelings uh
Married dinner 3k live my spirit song (aye,aye)
No n*ggas scary no they fearing noise
(B*tch)
F*ck about that little bit
You know that I'm hard200 Ms. I might push out the rod fish
B*tch I′m too rich to ever say I'm sorry
I want the full of my n*gga no bark
Effing on me shoot this like I′m hard
I want the grin like I play for the spark
I cut the grass ain't no s*x in my car
I just look back and see what I had started Damn
My n*gga got rich in upon us
Came a long way from them days I was starved
F*ck all the options at target we mark
Get out the whipping they watch as we park
Smoking too much anxiety got a spark
F*ck about the n*gga My Father′s on Mars
Writer(s): Christopher Travis, Oleksandr Poda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com