Corrección Letra Curse3DGirls (Remix) par Tom The Mail Man

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My heart, is sad
And lonely

Ya Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta, why you gotta
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta, why you gotta
Why you gotta break my heart baby

Girl you so cold
Still feel a way when your old n***a gone
Still got them pictures and messages in your phone
If I could teach a thing it'd be learning to let it go (let it go)
Let it go, let it go
Ice on my wrist turning rain into snow
This ain't Most Wanted, baby we can take it slow
And like the moonlight I can show you where to go

Let it go
Had to puff it let it blow
n***as better know that I'm taking over the shows
b*t*hes about to wrap around me like the letter O
Why you never text me back it feels like 20 years ago
Our love is debatable like elections
Try to help you with your first time just like a freshman
You was all I wanted never searching for perfection
I'm just asking let me get up in your section
Creating love Thomas Edison
Dying for you every day your love could be my medicine
If you don't then, then I'm a mentally end up dead again
You used to f**k with me least you could do is be my friend again

Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta, why you gotta
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta, why you gotta
Why you gotta break my heart baby

Ay she ain't text you back yet
Damn
n***as be acting like some mofo's
f**k with shorty she gon rip your heart just like some old close
Sending hate messages then you said you never wrote those
Shorty acting whacker then my n***as like them old folks
But baby you know I'm the man around here
When I'm in the city please don't bring your man around here
They tryna start the hits like a band around here
n***as fake as f**k so I can't even stand round here
About to give her back shots flipping the flash brown hair
Pull up at your shorty house I do the blast around there
Pull up in the Audi I'm a do the dash around there
And you know we make the cash around here
(make the cash around)
Ice box, Ice box, Ice
Ice box n***a

Ice box for a heart
Never fit the role, but I still played the part
Never find a realer n***a, this is what you got
The line I keep repeating, till it's tearing me apart
Young god you don't see that
Wonder why if I need that
Cause I put in the work
But I ain't never get the feedback, I need that
I swear to god my head is scary
Every time I get into you
You treat it like it's February fourteenth
More cream coming with the work now
TDC together got us working on the shirts now
All this sh*t don't hurt now
Cause I got myself together, yeah

Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta, why you gotta
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my heart baby
Why you gotta break my
sh*t

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