Triple Hearts

Now you running through the hotel
Crying with the door locked
And you got my phone blocked
I ain't getting no mail
Let me get the WiFi
Baby, let me get your hotspot

It's the trials and tribulations of a real one
I cannot feel none
My heart got filled up
I cannot feel none
I'll let it build up
She don't need no hands
I got Matilda
I got it
And you ain't getting no cake
Babygirl, you're so fake
Say you riding for me
I don't see the road rage
Remember her from old days
She brain me like a classmate
They don't get too close
I'll smoke em like a ashtray
Yeah, and we getting money
Fuck with hella junkies
Hunnid hunnid, took it from him, sweet lick, honey
And all my city niggas be like, "talk your shit, dummy"
The hood still love me
And she bounce, lil baby, bounce
Say you want a gram, I want the whole ounce
And if you like it, you like it, I love it
But I spend twenties and fifties and hunnids

It's a start
Twenty thousand, it's a start
Baby eat my shorts like Bart
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts

What you doing to me, baby
Hey, baby what you doing to me, baby
Hey, baby got me going so, crazy
Hell yeah, I been tryna hit ya as of, lately, baby, haha
Hey, ride on this dick, shit
I cannot feel it
Ride on this stick shift
I cannot feel it
She is a rich bitch
She do not feel it
She got no feelings
(She got no feelings)

Triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts
Triple, triple, triple hearts



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Maldonado
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