heartstopmiami – bok lyrics
[intro]
planetzero
yeah (hey there)
oh my god
uh
pause, what am i doing?
[chorus: heartstopmiami]
yeah yeah yeah
this glock gonna pop off
and i keep me that pump, sawed+off
why he dare try to front? he lame as f+ck
put his motherf+cking body inside thw trunk
i don’t give a f+ck
and i’m f+cking his b+tch, i’ma bust a nut
from the back ’til she walking like forrest gump
he keep tryna talk sh+t, but he f+cking up
[verse 1: heartstopmiami]
bibbity bobbity boo
eat the p+ssy like it’s food, motherf+cker, who are you?
in the back with my dudes, totin’ macs, totin’ tools
i made this song in the zoom, yeah
f+ck with me, you meet your doom, yeah
stick out, go boom, yeah
clean it out like a room, yeah
and his friend all rudе, yeah
watch the chop f+cking fume, yеah
get a mop, not a broom, yeah
(just give it a second, just+)
i’ll see you soon, yeah
day, night or noon, yeah
f+ck you up on new years
you gon’ recover in two years
i’ll see you soon, yeah
day, night or noon, yeah
f+ck you up on new years
you gon’ recover in two years
[verse 2: erosdalightskin]
straight to the point like a motherf+cking blade
i fill the rest because, what that b+tch say?
i’m causin’ some static, you acting dramatic
i get to erasing, i feel like a plague
i already know you a b+tch boy
ain’t no need to elaborate
i already don’t give a sh+t boy
that includes what you gotta say
i’m in this b+tch, i ain’t talking no infant
i can’t see your bullsh+t like i got bad vision
i don’t give a f+ck if that sh+t wasn’t written
i’m sorry i’m better. it ain’t my intention
you can’t handle the heat little n+gga, i will not call your ass a chef, b+tch
since we are the topic, won’t even bother calling you a vet
[verse 3: lunacy]
hi, h+llo
this my entrance, i’ma let you know
i have no f+cking interest being buddy+buddy with you bubble guppies
anti+social mothaf+cker, never posting ’cause it’s f+ck your likes
talking that sh+t, motherf+cker, you die
yeah, she want me ’cause i’m f+cking her right
give her long d+ck while i’m standing 5’4″
what you think of that? all up in her cat
talking that sh+t when i walk in that b+tch
only hearing crickets, all i got is riches
i don’t need no b+tches, keep my comma
cents so i’m making dollars
in my d+mn impala, bumping tame impala
wanna hit my line? don’t you f+cking bother
i discriminate, floating on the beat make ’em levitate
stay up in my room, all alone ’bout to m+st+rbate
[chorus: heartstopmiami]
yeah yeah yeah
this glock gonna pop off
and i keep me that pump, sawed+off
why he dare try to front? he lame as f+ck
put his motherf+cking body inside thw trunk
i don’t give a f+ck
and i’m f+cking his b+tch, i’ma bust a nut
from the back ’til she walking like forrest gump
he keep tryna talk sh+t, but he f+cking up
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