Bad Heart II (The Fall) Lyrics

Bad Heart

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I, I

Don't start all of that back talk, I'm in a big body, Trackhawk

And all of these niggas, they act hard

Kim slicin' these niggas in backyard

She was just fuckin' with me for the black card

She lovin' this place, I'm lovin' her waist, but you know that there is a bad part

I'm sorry you know I got bad heart

I'm sayin' I didn't know that she would just do me like that

You want the trust, but you prove it right back

Trusting you the most, now you moving like rats

Hit me up, now I'm zoomin'

Nigga I ain't got beef, I ain't droppin' the rake

In this rap shit, I be cappin', I don't care what they say

Like fuck it, I was really lovin' on _____

Bet you she would fuck with me if I was driving a Wraith

Or maybe she would fuck with me if I was droppin' the rake

Okay, I was really lovin' the shit

Had a thotty hit me up, and I was dubbing a bitch

While you runnin' round trickin'

Got a hunnid' round sittin', like

Damn, why would you slime me on camera

She wanna wait till my bread is up

I don't know why she not fessin' up

Fuck love, only reason I'm lettin' go

Fuck the doves flyin' right at the funeral

Fuck the club, I'ma start acting pitiful

Life's a dub, man, just take the residual

I'ma shoot up the funeral

Crazy, full force

And this shorty be hot, I will kill the boy

You ain't makin' no sense, you build-destroy

I am not to be played with, bad toys

Get on the drugs when you feelin' low

All of the love that you failed to show

I don't know why I'm so pitiful

Fuck all that love I'll just wait till the funeral

And these bitches is crazy, full force

And this shorty be hot, I will kill the boy

You ain't makin' no sense, you build-destroy

I am not to be played with, bad toys, fuck outta here

Yeah I'll hit it in the shower I don't care what you on

She can't expect flowers, I don't care what you flaunt

And she flexing like I'm real, no, it's all a facade

But she pretty like a barbie, so let's have a menage

So, come here baby, let me show you the bad part

You know I don't like all that back-talk

And you know all these niggas, they act hard

When it's heavy, they runnin' like track stars

Is you fuckin' on me for the black card

Why didn't you show me the bad part

I'm sorry

But are you?

Not really

I'll show you

Lil' baby, you know I got bad heart

Sorry, bad heart

Sorry, you know I got bad heart

Sorry, you know I got

Bad heart

Sorry, you know I got bad heart

Sorry, you know I got bad heart

Sorry, you know I got bad heart

Bad Heart

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