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fading heart. - yfn lucci lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah (juneonnabeat)
uh*huh, uh (uh, look)

[verse]
i got a drop on the opp, we gon’ stop by they spot, let that b*tch rock, f*ck a knock
still on the block, f*ck the cops, threw all the work, but i’m takin’ my knot
stuck in a box (yeah)
uppin’ that glock, we were thuggin’ a lot (oh, oh)
i bring that sh*t home, what you fussin’ about? (yeah)
she say too much drugs in the house, but she sittin’ on a brick (oh, oh)
it’s a dub in the couch, ain’t no lovin’ me now
you made me like this (yeah, yeah), you hurt me so bad, swear it’s hard to forget (oh, oh)
the problem with me, man, my heart is too big (yeah)
these louis got grip, i can’t fall for no b*tch (yeah, yeah)
can’t depend on you, but can’t wait to call me for sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
can’t put your heart in this sh*t
must play your part (part), i turn to ray with this carbon
can’t see me, ray in the dark, charles
shawty got bars, we roll them fatter than cuban cigars
i want that paper like cuban, mark
don’t tell you enough, girl, you beautiful, yeah (yeah)
my face is a scr*p, i don’t carry no gat (oh, oh)
plus, my franck cost a rack, i don’t hang with no rats (oh)
put the gang on my back, put your main in the back (yeah, back)
maybach, i’m the same n*gga from way back
walk in the spot, where that cake at? (oh)
p*ssy so wet, where the lake at? (oh)
shawty stuck with me like face tats
talkin’ on the phone all late, listenin’ to drake (yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*ck around, eat her like steak, f*ck around, eat the boy’s face (yeah, yeah)
pretty b*tch, go both ways, big*face rollie, okay
my partner on e, but the 40 on me
that monkey off my back, now i’m straight (yeah)
the lean help the pain go away
40k for a ‘fit, had to wear it four days (four days)
countin’ new money, thinkin’ ’bout the old days (old days)
i am a mack, these n*ggas all lame (lame)
i am so g, these n*ggas so gay, all on my d*ck on some fan sh*t
look like a glock, but it sound like a hand stick (hand stick)
went and got a b*tton, it’ll leave a n*gga damaged, d*mnit (damged)
uh, now it’s balenci’, no more hand*me*downs (downs)
better not mess with the family (yeah)
made her make a mess in her panties (oh, oh)
she sent the addy, so i popped an addy (oh)
ain’t nothin’ i do average
chasin’ that baggage (bag), we catch ’em lackin’, it’s up like the attic
empty that clip, boy, you better not panic (yeah)
vv’s on me and they dancin’ (dancin’)
nene callin’ and she nasty, kiki callin’ me, harassin’ (uh)
cc on me, now i’m flexin’, wait ’til i pull out the next one (one)
we be on jets like the jetsons (jetsons)
barely wear nikes, so who is gon’ check him? (oh)
gave her an x pill, she gave me necklace (‘lace)
we like the x*men, we came to wreck sh*t
thought you was special, you like the next b*tch
show me affection, we got connection
all in your spot like we inspectin’, sh*t can get hectic
n*ggas get wet quick (oh), all of my k!llers, they desperate (oh)
so many blues, these b*tches won’t separate (seprate)
[outro]
d*mn, i mean separate, i found a better way
12 was trippin’ on a n*gga like ella mai
n*gga, you featherweight, i’m more like money may
cross me a n*gga the motherf*ckin’ hard way
i am the one (yeah), no playin’ it hard

- yfn lucci lyrics

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