Third Eye
Can't believe I let a bitch break my heart huh
Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up
I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck
Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh
I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up
Fuck a key I press the button and it start up
Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up
Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up
Can't believe that these niggas had me fucked up
Ain't see myself in my position guess I lucked up
Had to get back on the works, get my bucks up
Had to get back on my shit, I'm on a come up
Smoking weed, I be high I be stuck uhh
Drink some Henny, pop a perc I be drugged up
Ion really like the feeling but I'm healing all the pain I been dealing with but soon I gotta suck up
I'ma need my diamonds knockout like a wrestler
With a bad bitch, name Vanessa
Party in the telly, it's a fiesta
I feel charged up like a Tesla
Gucci on me, no Truey on me
Can't fuck with the gang, and that's on me
Ain't talking terrorist, I got a bomb bitch
Signed to the field, like I'm from Long Beach
Hoe you can't get in, better back up
I know she a gold digger, way she act up
Ya niggas sippin Nyquil get ya act up
Round of applause nigga don't get clapped up
Was a broke nigga, went and got my bag up
You robbing all these stores to get handcuffed
I got hella hoes nigga like Hugh Hefner
I don't want affection, I want the pleasure
I don't fuck with niggas cause they hate dawg
And I don't trust a bitch cause they playboy
I like money conversations I like cake talk
She got a fat ass, that's that cake walk
Make her do what I say, Ray Charles
These bitches love a nigga that could take charge
I'm the hood neighbor, work for State Farm
Choppa do ya dirty, you in grave harm
These niggas lost up in the sauce so I had to teach em
I been balling too hard got these niggas reaching
They said I would go far but I ain't believe em
Once I put it to the test you bet I'm gon achieve it
My life an illusion it ain't what it seems
Told my niggas I'ma get this shit by any means
I fully understand why these niggas hate me now
Cause I keep my friends closer than my enemies
(Can't believe I let a bitch break my heart huh)
(Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up)
(I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck)
(Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh)
(I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up)
(Fuck a key I press the button and it start up)
(Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up)
(Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up)
Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up
I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck
Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh
I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up
Fuck a key I press the button and it start up
Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up
Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up
Can't believe that these niggas had me fucked up
Ain't see myself in my position guess I lucked up
Had to get back on the works, get my bucks up
Had to get back on my shit, I'm on a come up
Smoking weed, I be high I be stuck uhh
Drink some Henny, pop a perc I be drugged up
Ion really like the feeling but I'm healing all the pain I been dealing with but soon I gotta suck up
I'ma need my diamonds knockout like a wrestler
With a bad bitch, name Vanessa
Party in the telly, it's a fiesta
I feel charged up like a Tesla
Gucci on me, no Truey on me
Can't fuck with the gang, and that's on me
Ain't talking terrorist, I got a bomb bitch
Signed to the field, like I'm from Long Beach
Hoe you can't get in, better back up
I know she a gold digger, way she act up
Ya niggas sippin Nyquil get ya act up
Round of applause nigga don't get clapped up
Was a broke nigga, went and got my bag up
You robbing all these stores to get handcuffed
I got hella hoes nigga like Hugh Hefner
I don't want affection, I want the pleasure
I don't fuck with niggas cause they hate dawg
And I don't trust a bitch cause they playboy
I like money conversations I like cake talk
She got a fat ass, that's that cake walk
Make her do what I say, Ray Charles
These bitches love a nigga that could take charge
I'm the hood neighbor, work for State Farm
Choppa do ya dirty, you in grave harm
These niggas lost up in the sauce so I had to teach em
I been balling too hard got these niggas reaching
They said I would go far but I ain't believe em
Once I put it to the test you bet I'm gon achieve it
My life an illusion it ain't what it seems
Told my niggas I'ma get this shit by any means
I fully understand why these niggas hate me now
Cause I keep my friends closer than my enemies
(Can't believe I let a bitch break my heart huh)
(Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up)
(I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck)
(Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh)
(I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up)
(Fuck a key I press the button and it start up)
(Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up)
(Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up)
Credits
Writer(s): Frank John Strazzeri
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