Paroles de Heart
That's what Bankroll Fresh say, "yo' cap ain't shit"He be like "damn boy, yo' cap ain't shit, boy"
RIP Bankroll Fresh, keep all this shit like a mixtape
Ayy, Tony!
I can fuck a bitch, hey, born rich
Okay, Romeo, Juliet
I don't got security, where's the toolies at
And I'm a big [?]
[?]
She love the way a nigga gotta keep her heart
Ayy, and I'm havin' fun, and I'm havin' fun
Niggas stop dead, they gon' meet a hundred round drum
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I'm Johnny Bravo, huh, and she Betty Boop, huh
And we walk around like we bulletproof
Fully loaded, fully loaded
I swear to god, these niggas, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart [?]
Swear to god these niggas try to act hard
'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
[?]
I don't wanna [?] gotta keep [?]
[?] why you tryna bе real
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal Okay, fuck you all night on the percocet
Baby so cute I buy her clothes
Baby so cute I'ma pull up and shoot
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
Fatman KEY!, I'm eatin' everything though
Fatman, fatman, ice cream truck (hello?)
[?] when we make love when you actin' up
Free all my niggas movin' weight [?]
I swear to god, these niggas, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart [?]
Swear to god these niggas try to act hard
'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
[?]
I don't wanna [?] gotta keep [?]
[?] why you tryna be real
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal
I don't got security, where's the toolies at
And I'm a big [?]
[?]
She love the way a nigga gotta keep her heart
Ayy, and I'm havin' fun, and I'm havin' fun
Niggas stop dead, they gon' meet a hundred round drum
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I'm Johnny Bravo, huh, and she Betty Boop, huh
And we walk around like we bulletproof
Fully loaded, fully loaded
I swear to god, these niggas, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart [?]
Swear to god these niggas try to act hard
'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
[?]
I don't wanna [?] gotta keep [?]
[?] why you tryna bе real
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal Okay, fuck you all night on the percocet
Baby so cute I buy her clothes
Baby so cute I'ma pull up and shoot
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
Fatman KEY!, I'm eatin' everything though
Fatman, fatman, ice cream truck (hello?)
[?] when we make love when you actin' up
Free all my niggas movin' weight [?]
I swear to god, these niggas, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart [?]
Swear to god these niggas try to act hard
'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
[?]
I don't wanna [?] gotta keep [?]
[?] why you tryna be real
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal
