Bitter Ft. Yung Bleu Songtext
von LPB Poody

Aight, I just don′t know
It just one of them vibes I'm in right now
I kept it real with you
I′m in Miami right now, I'm in Miami
I'm sick as a bitch
but that don′t mean nothing I can still pour my heart out
Keep it real
I′ma just talk my shit on it, look

I say do you need my pair of eyes to see what I see
Them nigga left my ass behind they rather move without me
Your plate was full, but you took some behind my back when I eat
Behind your actions that nina stay in the drawer when I sleep

You live with it, you die by the gun, so I keep it in reach
Ain't no nigga takin′ mine so if you reach you get teach
Been broken-hearted for weeks you can hear it when I speak
I'd rather not get in my feelings, but I′m feeling this beat


And I been looking for love like," Where you at? Can we meet?"
Only the strong survive 'cause they say love for the weak
And I can never keep a girl, I don′t know if it's them or it's me
I′m tired of doing the same thing, it′s like my life on repeat
But it's okay, I got Anyla and I know she got me
I just like seeing you smile and your pretty little feet

I ain′t kissed you in forever you been missing for weeks
They say karma is a bitch and you gon' sow what you reap
Wish I could tell you about your daddy, but you won′t understand
He your granddaddy son that mean pop raised a man
I know I can't do it all but I′ma do what I can
And even though we separated it wasn't a part of the plan

Won't even ask for another, DJ Khalid, you the best
I′m freestyling, no pen and pad, to get this shit off my chest
Letting this storm fly pass, I know this shit just a test
I′m dropping tears in the booth, I know this carpet getting wet

I just want some respect, feel like I ain't blessed
Calculating every step ain′t playing checkers but chess
Better take cover I'm ′bout to blow, and they know that I'm next
I ain′t showing no more love, so I'm giving them less


Catching cases on the regular basis two twin Glock
I started from marijuana I graduated to rocks
Convertible top, hit the parking lot and turn heads
If a nigga play put about 20 grand on his head
I'ma pussy nigga popper, that chopper go daca daca
She gonna pop it on this dick with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain′t scared to put in work (put in work)
Lost too many real niggas and it hurt

Nigga never seen a hearse, nigga, ′til I saw my dawg (saw my dawg)
Back against the wall, know they want to see me fall
Jail call from my nigga know he need it (know he need it)
Shots fired can't believe I′m still breathing (still breathing)
Got some niggas in the grave and I'm grieving
And every season I′m playing defense
Tryna catch a opp slipping, boy, you know your clock ticking
I am not skipping on the pot whipping yola, whipping soda 'til it′s over

I'ma pussy nigga popper, that chopper go daca daca
She gonna pop it on this dick with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain't scared to put in work nigga
P-pussy nigga popper, that chopper go daca daca
She gonna pop it on this dick with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain′t scared to put in work nigga