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Heartthrob [prod.meltycanon]
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You better call the cops, I'm 'bout to run up on your block
Take shit that don't belong to me
They say there's something wrong with me
Redrum, redrum, ayy, hoodlum, I'm done, yeah
Dust on, hill spine, woah, we don't get along, yeah
Rock with it, lean with it, styrofoam with lean in it
Party not poppin' 'less my whole fucking team in it
Glam blood, hitting drugs, niggas wish that they was good
But niggas couldn't keep it real, but I don't hold no ill will
I ain't got no energy, and you ain't got no stamina
So nigga, don't you come at me, we know you ain't got no family
You ain't got no crew, 'cause they don't keep it real with you
Niggas keep it real with me, despite all of my savagery
No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob
Living on the west side, a pretty black heartthrob
The way I used to make her feel, I miss when we were only friends
Chilling in the west end, touching in the west end
No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob
Living on the west side, a pretty black heartthrob
The way I used to make her feel, when we were only friends
Chilling in the west end, touching in the west end
Big house, duplex, yeah, suplex, who next? Woah
Russian roulette, yeah, bullet through neck, ayy
Bret Hart, sharp shooter, scamming bitches on computers
Future in my hands, pop the five Vans, blew five bands
Hang time, gang signs, use your hands, fusion dance, stay in school
So tenant, Oprah Winfrey, we ain't cool, so the lips is bulletproof
Getting throwed in a Jeep, a nigga ran off the street
Say they got evidence on me, but that shit ain't concrete
No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob
Living on the west side, a pretty black heartthrob
The way I used to make her feel, I miss when we were only friends
Chilling in the west end, touching in the west end
No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob
Living on the west side, a pretty black heartthrob
The way I used to make her feel, when we were only friends
Chilling in the west end, touching in the west end
You better call the cops, I'm 'bout to run up on your block
Take shit that don't belong to me
They say there's something wrong with me
Redrum, redrum, ayy, hoodlum, I'm done, yeah
Dust on, hill spine, woah, we don't get along, yeah
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