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father - heartthrob lyrics

[intro]
better call the cops
i’m ’bout to run up on yo’ block
take sh-t that don’t belong to me
they say that something wrong with me
red rum, red rum (eh)
hoodlum, i’m done (yeah)
dust on h-ll sp-wn (woah)
we don’t get along

[verse 1]
rock with it, lean with it
styrofoam with lean in it
party not popping, less my whole f-cking team in it
glenn wood, hitting jugg’s
n-gg-s wish that they was good
but n-gg-s couldn’t keep it real
but i don’t hold no ill will
i ain’t got no ena, and you ain’t got no stamina
so n-gg- don’t you come at me
we know you ain’t got no family
you ain’t got no crew
cause they don’t keep it real with you
n-gg-s keep it real with me
despite all of my savagery

[hook] (x2)
no matter what i steal, or all the n-gg-s that i rob
living on the west side
pretty black heartthrob
the way i used to make her feel
i miss when we were only friends
juggin’ in the west end
touching in her west end

[verse 2]
big house duplex (yeah)
suplex, who next (woah)
russian roulette (yeah)
bullet threw neck (eh)
brett hart, sharpshooter
scamming b-tches on computers
future in my hands
popped a vyvanse, blew five bands
hang time, gang signs
use you’re hands, fusion dance
stay in school
so tinted
oprah winfrey, we ain’t cool
soda whips is bullet proof
getting throat in a jeep
a n-gg- ran off the streets
say they got evidence on me
but that sh-t ain’t concrete

[hook] (x2)

[outro]
better call the cops
i’m ’bout to run up on yo’ block
take sh-t that don’t belong to me
they say that something wrong with me
red rum, red rum (eh)
hoodlum, i’m done (yeah)
dust on h-ll sp-wn (woah)
we don’t get along

- father lyrics

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