prse – tabs lyrics
(you have no heart)
[verse 1: prse]
t+this b+tch won’t answer
i put you up in the sky like a banner
no i am really not into that banter
but play with me i’ll get you— like a camera (yeah)
your b+tch a scammer
selling her body online a free+lancer
p+ssy get popped like a maf+ckin’ fanta–
(yeah, uh) big glock .45
pots whipping that stove
said he got too many hoes lies
this b+tch already knows i+
half a zip and i’ma go
big ass stick finna’ make him fold, yeah
b+tch i’m god
ex b+tch wanna’ be me on god
i told her no and made that b+tch walk
after i hit she couldn’t even walk, yeah
i spend me a bag
i’m gonna’ blow it in sak’s
or i’m gonna’ blow out her back
if she bad i might pay for hеr tab
why you tripping is you off a tab?
put you on a shirt now everyone sad, yеah
six feet in the dirt
i might be young but i put in the work
i got the green make that b+tch twerk
pour up the lean, pints that we serve
she wanna’ f+ck i told her sure
but that b+tch was a sl+t, so i curved
(yeah, you have no heart)
[verse 2: jaydes]
ha, he get hit—huh hit up
risk but my wrists cut
we could get this b+tch rocked
posted with that big stuff
he gon’ get his sh+t jumped
aye, like he gon’ get his sh+t tucked
like get me that ass myself
huh, ain’t pay no price
he talking crazy my n+ggas gon’ slide
i got a popper on me by my side
hang with the opposition you gon’ die
n+gga a b+tch he get sprinkled like rice
my n+ggas jugging finnesing the pints
they be like “jaydes i got a new question
how you a trap n+gga but you+”
where’s your b+tch at?
n+gga talk, get clapped
p+ssy think he big bad
like we gon’ kick his sh+t back
racks he ain’t get that
p+ssy n+ggas staying out
n+ggas know i’m f+cking him
i don’t need no name tag
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