Heart In A Bag*

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...If I tell on anybody, pray to God I die the same day

I shot his body then I pray to God the same day

I caught a bag and bought the bitch a car the same day

My heart lover, but see that ain't what my pain say

You had my heart in your pocket like a device, girl

You didn’t tell me shit was good, I can't deny it girl

But you didn't never know lil’ shawty wouldn't bite

You didn't tell me this was clear, it would be right

You ever had the chance to figure out your life, baby, yeah

Came a long way from a Metro

Now it's Comme des Garçons, bosses on my leg, woah

I'll pin a bitch up, on the bed board, okay

All my life I ran from the cops

I live in and out a hotbox

I never had to go to the block

My daddy had [?]

My whole life I ain't see a wrong, I ain't see a Glock

Just a bad ass nigga, [?] and never ever thought to stop

Dot my I's and cross my T’s

Let my show sell out at night

’Cause I got haters and opps, so I don't be posting flyers

I know hatred ain’t that nice

Know a couple fraud bitches, marry niggas overnight

Put a bitch on 'em, divorce him, then get half of his life

Bitches plottin' on an abortion, trying to fuck you every night

Keep that pussy good as squeegee, and it's juicy, and it’s tight

Just an insecure bitch, ain't got insurance on your life

Yeah you right, niggas dogs, but a dog, hoe will bite (Rarr, rare)

I'm the capo, I bossed up my whole life

We can't be like none of you niggas, we some tourists

Bitch will fuck your rich friend for insurance

And I rock cash mill rich nigga shit, I eat calamari

I don't need no pen, I've been black carded

Got a sleeve on my shin, and I'm with a barbie

She got Benz on Benz, and my baby bought that

She said, hood...