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heartsick (glanz) - nypd lyrics

[intro: heartsick]
aye, yeah, yeah, aye, yeah

[chorus: heartsick]
f+ck yo’ b+tch with a glock
give a f+ck, i paint his top
all these b+tches stay on me but i don’t f+ck with them thots
i stay lookin like trash, f+ck a b+tch and i dash
10 bullets to ya face and then we leavin’ you trashed
f+ck yo’ b+tch with a glock
give a f+ck, i paint his top
all these b+tches stay on me but i don’t f+ck with them thots
i stay lookin like trash, f+ck a b+tch and i dash
10 bullets to ya face and then we leavin’ you trashed

[verse 1: septembersmd]
i wish for your body to be buried under 2 feet of dirt
tell your b+tch to come prepared ’cause this d+ck might hurt
show her all of my music and have her for dessert
then get the f+ck out of there, i got your blood on my shirt
i don’t wear a strap when i go outside
’cause i know you cap, you lie
when you say you take lives
b+tches wanna know more about me
’cause i look mysterious when i walk down the hallways
always keep an eye out for rats and snitches
’cause all of these b+tches wanna take away my riches
don’t dress up, just to fit in
i know you a b+tch, a snitch, on your face it’s written
don’t dress up, just to fit in
i know you a b+tch, a snitch, on your face it’s written
[verse 2: jailon]
you want the smoke, you know where i be at
i stay there, invite ya’ girl over a little chat
my name, she moans while i’m blowing out her back
you see, she told me she don’t wanna f+ck with rats
thirty, thousand blue stripes on my neck it’s gettin’ kinda heavy
ask ya b+tch to carry for me i’ll gift her some fendi
not allowed at the trap, unless you tryna scr+p
me and the homies come strapped you see me with the mac
10 bullets in your chest, you lookin kinda different
all that sh+t you was talking, it’s floating through your system
lyin’ dead on the floor, now ya mama missin’
end up on a t+shirt, you shoulda kept from dissing

- heartsick glanz lyrics

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