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Dev Rose - Third Eye Lyrics



Dev Rose - Third Eye Lyrics




Can't believe I let a bitch break my heart huh
Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up
I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck
Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh
I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up
F*ck a key I press the button and it start up
Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up
Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up

Can't believe that these niggas had me f*cked up
Ain't see myself in my position guess I lucked up
Had to get back on the works, get my bucks up
Had to get back on my shit, I'm on a come up
Smoking weed, I be high I be stuck uhh
Drink some Henny, pop a perc I be drugged up
Ion really like the feeling but I'm healing all the pain I been dealing with but soon I gotta suck up

I'ma need my diamonds knockout like a wrestler
With a bad bitch, name Vanessa
Party in the telly, it's a fiesta
I feel charged up like a Tesla
Gucci on me, no Truey on me
Can't f*ck with the gang, and that's on me
Ain't talking terrorist, I got a bomb bitch
Signed to the field, like I'm from Long Beach

Hoe you can't get in, better back up
I know she a gold digger, way she act up
Ya niggas sippin Nyquil get ya act up
Round of applause nigga don't get clapped up
Was a broke nigga, went and got my bag up
You robbing all these stores to get handcuffed
I got hella hoes nigga like Hugh Hefner
I don't want affection, I want the pleasure

I don't f*ck with niggas cause they hate dawg
And I don't trust a bitch cause they playboy
I like money conversations I like cake talk
She got a fat ass, that's that cake walk
Make her do what I say, Ray Charles
These bitches love a nigga that could take charge
I'm the hood neighbor, work for State Farm
Choppa do ya dirty, you in grave harm

These niggas lost up in the sauce so I had to teach em
I been balling too hard got these niggas reaching
They said I would go far but I ain't believe em
Once I put it to the test you bet I'm gon achieve it
My life an illusion it ain't what it seems
Told my niggas I'ma get this shit by any means
I fully understand why these niggas hate me now
Cause I keep my friends closer than my enemies

(Can't believe I let a bitch break my heart huh)
(Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up)
(I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck)
(Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh)
(I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up)
(F*ck a key I press the button and it start up)
(Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up)
(Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up)
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Can't believe I let a bitch break my heart huh
Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up
I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck
Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh
I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up
F*ck a key I press the button and it start up
Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up
Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up

Can't believe that these niggas had me f*cked up
Ain't see myself in my position guess I lucked up
Had to get back on the works, get my bucks up
Had to get back on my shit, I'm on a come up
Smoking weed, I be high I be stuck uhh
Drink some Henny, pop a perc I be drugged up
Ion really like the feeling but I'm healing all the pain I been dealing with but soon I gotta suck up

I'ma need my diamonds knockout like a wrestler
With a bad bitch, name Vanessa
Party in the telly, it's a fiesta
I feel charged up like a Tesla
Gucci on me, no Truey on me
Can't f*ck with the gang, and that's on me
Ain't talking terrorist, I got a bomb bitch
Signed to the field, like I'm from Long Beach

Hoe you can't get in, better back up
I know she a gold digger, way she act up
Ya niggas sippin Nyquil get ya act up
Round of applause nigga don't get clapped up
Was a broke nigga, went and got my bag up
You robbing all these stores to get handcuffed
I got hella hoes nigga like Hugh Hefner
I don't want affection, I want the pleasure

I don't f*ck with niggas cause they hate dawg
And I don't trust a bitch cause they playboy
I like money conversations I like cake talk
She got a fat ass, that's that cake walk
Make her do what I say, Ray Charles
These bitches love a nigga that could take charge
I'm the hood neighbor, work for State Farm
Choppa do ya dirty, you in grave harm

These niggas lost up in the sauce so I had to teach em
I been balling too hard got these niggas reaching
They said I would go far but I ain't believe em
Once I put it to the test you bet I'm gon achieve it
My life an illusion it ain't what it seems
Told my niggas I'ma get this shit by any means
I fully understand why these niggas hate me now
Cause I keep my friends closer than my enemies

(Can't believe I let a bitch break my heart huh)
(Can't believe that bitch cheated she got caught up)
(I was blinded by ya beauty, had me starstruck)
(Well I know I wasn't wrong I did my part uh)
(I was in the Benz coupe, I was parked up)
(F*ck a key I press the button and it start up)
(Diamonds too wet so I had to keep the top up)
(Steering clear from you hoes cause y'all knocked up)
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Writer: Ansel Fareaux
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