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yk dev - no heart lyrics

[intro]
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah)
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah)

[chorus]
in the kitchen cookin’ yola (cookin’ yola)
in the stu’, i’m sippin’ soda (skrrt)
in the stu’, i’m sippin’ green sh+t like yoda (sh+t like yoda)
i been goin’ hard
i’m grindin’ hard, i might just blow up (i might just blow up)
yeah, i’m turnt as h+ll
i went to rich, but i was broke (but i was broke)
tired of being dusty, done with sleeping on the floor, yeah (on the floor)
i was gettin’ money on the block, i’m with the bros, yeah (i’m with the bros)
i was sellin’ sh+t (yeah), i had to stuff it in my coat (in my coat)

[verse]
yeah, i might smash out (yeah)
yeah, goin’ to the bank, i’m finna cash out (i’m finna cash out)
yeah, drift to outer sp+ce, i d+mn near spazzed out (d+mn near spazzed out)
yeah, runnin’ from the cops, i bought a nascar (bought a nascar)
don’t go reachin’ for my neck, he got a stick, dummy (got a stick, dummy)
that boy lackin’ with his b+tch, oh, you a l!ck, dummy (oh, you a l!ck, dummy)
i’m a real problem, n+ggas little puppies (nah, for real)
i’m a big dog, these n+ggas little puppies (nah, for real)
he can’t find his ho, ’cause she with us (she with us)
vvs diamond rings, they bustin’ out the cuts (out the cuts)
don’t feel these emotions, put my feelings in my cup (up in my cup)
yeah, i’m into fashion, send my drip out to milan (to milan)
i’m on stage, i brought the bl!cky, bl!cky (bl!cky, bl!cky)
can’t be touchin’ on no icky vicky (skrrt)
cartier cost me a fifty, fifty (me a fifty, fifty)
can’t be splittin’ nothin’ fifty+fifty
all this mine (yeah), belong to me
don’t trip, n0body, they all slime (they all slime)
can’t ride with me (can’t ride with me)
i’m mad my bro still doin’ time, a hundred week
i’m mad my bro still doin’ time, stuck in, that g (stuck in, that g, yeah)
i came up with sharks (yeah), watchin’ for the narcs (for the narcs)
yeah, my drink was light, then i had mixed it ’til it’s dark (mixed it ’til it’s dark)
yeah, i’m kind of different, when i’m shoppin’, ain’t no cart (it ain’t no cart)
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no pen, but every move i make is sharp (every move i make is sharp)
i been on the dot (yeah)
nicki, no minaj (nah, for real)
yeah, i love my girl (yeah)
the way she sound like, “oh my god” (nah, for real)
and she love me too, the way i f+ck her like a thot (yeah, that’s on god)
yeah, i’m dripped in fashion
i’m way better than last year (woo)
my foot on the gas, and we gon’ see if they can catch me (they can catch me)
i’m plugged in the streets, so ain’t no way you can finesse me (you can finesse me)
multiply my money, hope them n+ggas don’t try to test me (nah, for real)
multiply these hundreds, i might go cop me a ricky (oh okay)
[chorus]
in the stu’, i’m sippin’ soda (i’m sippin’ soda)
in the stu’, i’m sippin’ green sh+t like yoda (skrrt)
i been goin’ hard
i’m grindin’ hard, i might just blow up (i might just blow up)
yeah, i’m turnt as h+ll
i went to rich, but i was broke (broke)
tired of being dusty, done with sleeping on the floor (floor)
i was gettin’ money on the block, i’m with the bros, yeah
i was sellin’ sh+t, i had to stuff it in my coat (bloop)
yeah, i might smash out (i might smash out)

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