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tone mula – no heart remix lyrics

[intro]
2pac: “i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck about you, i don’t give a f-ck about steel
and ion give about raheem either i don’t give a f-ck about myself”

[verse 1: tone mula]
i really don’t got no heart
f-ck with the gang
then you catching these darts
i can not love her cause shorty a thot
he said he sweet
but he lame and he not
i wrap em up put his -ss in a knot
shorty she love me i’m giving her c-ck
i really know that these n-gga’s gone plot
that’s why bro t
got a glock with a mop
b-tch we ain’t gang banging
but we will bang it
my only friend in ben franklin
tweak with the gang
then we leave you stinking
she thinking we date
what the f-ck she thinking
my n-ggas gone float but yo n-ggas sinking
you gone catch 5 but i ain’t talking lincoln
run up on me ima bust yo medulla
i’m schooling n-ggas
call me a tutor
these n-ggas act tuff but they soft like a poodle
n-ggas run up he get toasted no strudel
shorty f-ck with me she suck like a noodle
i hit that b-tch then i tell that b-tch toodles
she wanna stay but i called her a uber
put two hole in em like letters in google
mg the gang n-ggas know that we brutal
they like how i do it
they saying i’m crucial
why the f-ck is you calling if it ain’t bout a check
my n-ggas out wylin playing russian roulette
keep a gun with me like i was offset
shorty she love me i’m making her wet
n-ggas sneak diss then them bullets play tag
you n-ggas behind my n-ggas ahead
don’t try the gang you better come correct
n-ggas be hating cause they ain’t getting no bread

[verse 2: cheeflame]
my n-ggas pull up with no d-mn hesitation
i got to the money couldn’t do no more waiting
these b-tches they want me but i have no patience
i give em the d-ck but i can’t do no dating
that sack i be chasing
if you think i’m broke you mistaking
you better not get the temptation
to take what i’m making cause ill send some haitians
to leave yo -ss stinking somewhere in a vacant
i’m getting head from that b-tch you be kissing
a real talking so shut up a listen
can’t love no hoe so lil b-tch keep your distance
you only want me cause i ball like the pistons
all that sneak dissing gone leave yo -ss missing
what i smoke stank like i rolled up a chitterling
mula the gang and no i’m never switching
get sh-t on my own
and you share with yo sibling
stacking up racks bout to buy me a island
come get yo b-tch cause she over here wylin
no time for games yea you lil n-ggas childish
if yo music buzzing then my music growling
flex and finesse if i want it i buy it
say he gone rob me so lil n-gga try it
i took yo b-tch and her b-tch cause she bi’ing
and they both suck my d-ck right in front of the hyatt
she top me off when i nut she catch every drop
i be so high like i’m smoking on heaven rocks
stacking my fetti so i can buy seven drops
bro t up it and it sound like a confetti popped
cooking up beats like neck name is betty crock
n-ggas want beef til broski make his chevy rock
she off that lean she get loose like spaghetti top
only one me that she see call her fetty wap
cheefy done sauced up cheefy done bossed up
flossed up
i hit that b-tch never call ha
money got longer
these b-tches i f-ck no love
you know in mula i trust
i don’t give no f-ck
hope you have no luck
slow up cause a n-gga just poured a 4 up
hold up lucci told me lay low stack yo bucks
growed up
but you know its 3’s that i throw up

- tone mula lyrics

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