LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHurt my Heart
Berge always flexin'Oh, hurtin' my heartI don't know what the fuck this bitch thoughtOh, Lord, got me callin' on my godShe ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boyI don't need you, oahI been puttin' up with your shit, ever since I was a jitI said, "Bitch, you gotta go"Always knew you wasn't shit, but I loved you too strongOnly when you 'round you fuck with meget mad and then you partyKnow you gon' get drunk and want to fuckhoe why you startin' meKnow them hoes you be with want to fucklaugh when you saltin' meKnow that shit you tell them don't add upyou got tattoos of meAll across yo' face, hoe you down bad, I hate yaAll them moves I make, I never tried once for to break yaOut of all them moves you make, bitch you ain't breakin' meYou know not one nigga for to play'cause it ain't safe with meAfter all them times you lay with them, bitchyou ain't think of me, at all?Get mad and shit you say to me, you hate me, wish I'd fallYou need to tell his baby mamawhat you know, that boy don't play with meAll that shit y'all put on megon' make me kill that child inside the streetYou fucked on him, you don't fuck wit' meYou run, I ain't tryin' catchin' upAnd you never said it, 'til this dayThis hoe think I'm a fuckin duckYou deserve everything these bitches havin'But, you fucked it upOnly takin' orders from my daddyYou know I'm slimey, probably'll put you upOh, hurtin' my heartI don't know what the fuck this bitch thoughtOh, Lord, got me callin' my godShe ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boyGot to love the hoes that stick on my sideMight make a flick with YayaI'm on the other side of options tonightI come from the Northside, you was with me, I was fucked upWe ain't have a house, we would fuck outsideThen we had to switch it up, at the timeit's up, I had the hood hotBitch always lyin' and tellin' lies on meYou ain't my type of woman, ain't the type of bitch I needAnd, I ain't your type of niggayou don't do that shit to meYou know right from wrong, don't try to apologizeI see a star in the skyIt's not shinin', it's been dimI swear I seen a star cryI say she used to be mine wish, she know I'm not themOh, hurtin' my heartI don't know what the fuck this bitch thoughtOh, Lord, I just pulled up in a push-startBuy my baby mama another, from BRFuck yo' trust, I know I'm more turnt up than that boyFuck yo' heart, and if I burned it, hope it boil, goddamnYou a snake, and bitch, you knowin' that I'm knowin'Be with his sister and you did that to that boyUsed to help me write rhymesEven in jail, you helped me through all my timesKnow I killed that fat bitch boyfriend, that be aroundAyy, while that time I was in jailstraight from Parish prisonOh, hurtin' my heartI don't know what the fuck this bitch thoughtOh, Lord, got me callin' my godShe ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy
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