Heartache
I had came up from the bottom,
Bitch I did it on my own
All these hundreds on me
Now you blowing up my phone
Tell me why you you want it baby
You don't even know
All that fucking heartache
Think it's time to let it go
(Uh)
(Yeah)
Time to let it go
And these niggas hate me,
They been plotting on my soul
The devil coming after me
I feel him getting close
(Yeah)
This shit get so crazy dawg
Its hard to stay composed
Ride through the city
My glock in my lap
And you niggas don't put not fear in me
I told ya'll I was on the rise
But none of ya'll was hearing me
I swear it feel like all my life
I made nothing but enemies
I pray to god
He take me far
And save me from them memories
Yeah I tried to change my ways
But bitch you can't let it go
You tried to break my heart
When I needed you the most
I though you'd hold it down
But then you folded like clothes
Now I got that bag and I wanted you to know
Bitch you thought you dogged me
You funny like a tall-tee
I just flipped that check
And now that money wont stop calling
Pussy nigga pressed
'Cuz his hoe is all up on me
That pussy drippin' wet
Yeah the second that I walked in
We can 'gone and start it
Ain't no more time for talking
This is not her first time
I can tell she do this often
I had came up from the bottom,
Bitch I did it on my own
All these hundreds on me
Now you blowing up my phone
Tell me why you you want it baby
You don't even know
All that fucking heartache
Think it's time to let it go
Bitch I did it on my own
All these hundreds on me
Now you blowing up my phone
Tell me why you you want it baby
You don't even know
All that fucking heartache
Think it's time to let it go
(Uh)
(Yeah)
Time to let it go
And these niggas hate me,
They been plotting on my soul
The devil coming after me
I feel him getting close
(Yeah)
This shit get so crazy dawg
Its hard to stay composed
Ride through the city
My glock in my lap
And you niggas don't put not fear in me
I told ya'll I was on the rise
But none of ya'll was hearing me
I swear it feel like all my life
I made nothing but enemies
I pray to god
He take me far
And save me from them memories
Yeah I tried to change my ways
But bitch you can't let it go
You tried to break my heart
When I needed you the most
I though you'd hold it down
But then you folded like clothes
Now I got that bag and I wanted you to know
Bitch you thought you dogged me
You funny like a tall-tee
I just flipped that check
And now that money wont stop calling
Pussy nigga pressed
'Cuz his hoe is all up on me
That pussy drippin' wet
Yeah the second that I walked in
We can 'gone and start it
Ain't no more time for talking
This is not her first time
I can tell she do this often
I had came up from the bottom,
Bitch I did it on my own
All these hundreds on me
Now you blowing up my phone
Tell me why you you want it baby
You don't even know
All that fucking heartache
Think it's time to let it go
Credits
Writer(s): Devante Hughes
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