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black porsche - rasean dion lyrics

just give me my heart
just give me my heart
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
just give me my heart
just give me my heart
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back

give me my heart
give that sh*t back
breaking my heart
while i’m breaking your back
i do the dash when i get too attached
she with a p
she pushing the pack
she double d
but she ain’t got no ass
say that she love me
but she love the cash
say that she want me
but she want mansion
calling and texting
she want attention
she want a porsche
she want a d*ck big as a horse
she want a whip take a lil tour
how you gone trade
a porsche for a ford
my love is something you cannot afford
broke my heart don’t love no more
you broken too but you’re gorgeous of course
i wanna love you but it wouldn’t work
yo mama she hate i’m making it worse
d*cking you down like deep in the dirt
dammit i wish that i f*cked with you first
im a lil jealous that i ain’t your first
im a team player im taking my turn
want some respect i give what is earned
heart attached i give you my word
hop in the back i pull up and swerve
give me some neck you quenching my thirst
i pull up and swerve in it
i pull up and swerve in it
i pull up and swerve in it
i pull up and swerve
i pull up and swerve in it
just give me my heart
just give me my heart
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
just give me my heart
just give me my heart
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
back back
yeah i want that sh*t back
yeah i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back
i want that sh*t back

she pulling the trigger
she want a new n*gga
that boy never listened
her vision got bigger
she out on a mission
no college tuition
she pay good attention
she good in the kitchen
winter ain’t over
heart froze cold as october
jetskis in the middle of october
god speed can’t pull me over
good weed you smell the odor
stacking the money like we ain’t got quotas
hundred and fifties and dollars and quarters
know i got commas coming this quarter
know i got god right on my shoulder
i know that little boy got you thinking you crazy
im sorry lil baby that y’all had a baby
that baby a blessing its more than a lesson
i see that you working i hate that you’re stressing

- rasean dion lyrics

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