Letra Heart par KEY!

That's what Bankroll Fresh say, "yo' cap ain't sh*t"
He be like "damn boy, yo' cap ain't sh*t, boy"
RIP Bankroll Fresh, keep all this sh*t like a mixtape
Ayy, Tony!

I can f**k a b*t*h, hey, poor or rich
Okay, Romeo, Juliet
I don't got security, where's the toolies at
In my big bag and she booted
And that b*t*h fat in the booty
She love the way a n***a gotta keep her heart
Ayy, and I'm havin' fun, and I'm havin' fun
n***as stop dead, they gon' meet a hundred round drum
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I'm Johnny Bravo, huh, and she Betty Boop, huh
And we walk around like we bulletproof
Fully loaded, fully loaded

I swear to god, these n***as, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart prolly swiped yo' card
Swеar to god these n***as try to act hard
'Til my n***a put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
Girl, you don't know how you makе my heart feel
I'm on the block, gotta keep holdin' the steel
I just don't know why you tryna be real?
f**kin' yo' b*t*h and I know you gon' squeal

Okay, baby shake ya ass in the sundress
Baby shake ya ass in the sundress
Twerk it all night, I'm on the percocet
Okay, f**k you all night on the percocet
Baby so cute I buy her clothes
Baby so cute I'ma pull up and shoot
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
Fatman KEY!, I'm eatin' everything up
Fatman, fatman, ice cream truck (hello?)
Love when we make love when you actin' up
Free all my n***as movin' weight like the Mack Truck

I swear to god, these n***as, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart prolly swiped yo' card
Swear to god these n***as try to act hard
'Til my n***a put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
Girl, you don't know how you make my heart feel
I'm on the block, gotta keep holdin' the steel
I just don't know why you tryna be real?
f**kin' yo' b*t*h and I know you gon' squeal