I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
She wanna f*ck with designers, money, clout, damn
Shawty a chaser, she see a young ball like the Pacers
She wanna ride on the dick like a racer (Skrtt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I need some diamonds to look like a Laker, I call that .40 on me a Fantasia
Came out the trap, man I feel like a baker
Man that's ya' hoe, I can not save her
She wanna f*ck 'cause Du Breesh got the flavor, chaser
I pour the 'Tron, lemonade flavor
Feel like a boss, under I taker her, drink up
Blood on the floor, he gon' taste it
Bitch, we them D2R niggas, ya favorite
We get a bag and get it straight out the basement
I just can not stop chasin' that bag up
Bitches wanna f*ck 'cause they see tags up
Money on my mind, I can not back up
They love wastin' time, let's run that bag up
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
Heart break kid, maybe he really Shawn Michaels son
And I know I'm chosen, like I said before "I be the one"
Shining like I was the sun, run it up until it's done
D2R the family, treat 'em all like family
Stackin' chips no Frito-Lay, any day them niggas hate
So I went and bought a drake (For them niggas watchin' face)
'Member we ain't have shit, we ain't really have shit
Slept up on the mattress, I bounced back now we cash it
They gimmie the bag, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
Play time is done, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
They gimmie the bag, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
Play time is done, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
Eli Du Breesh - Heart Break Kids (feat. SaintPablo) Lyrics
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I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
She wanna f*ck with designers, money, clout, damn
Shawty a chaser, she see a young ball like the Pacers
She wanna ride on the dick like a racer (Skrtt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I need some diamonds to look like a Laker, I call that .40 on me a Fantasia
Came out the trap, man I feel like a baker
Man that's ya' hoe, I can not save her
She wanna f*ck 'cause Du Breesh got the flavor, chaser
I pour the 'Tron, lemonade flavor
Feel like a boss, under I taker her, drink up
Blood on the floor, he gon' taste it
Bitch, we them D2R niggas, ya favorite
We get a bag and get it straight out the basement
I just can not stop chasin' that bag up
Bitches wanna f*ck 'cause they see tags up
Money on my mind, I can not back up
They love wastin' time, let's run that bag up
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
Heart break kid, maybe he really Shawn Michaels son
And I know I'm chosen, like I said before "I be the one"
Shining like I was the sun, run it up until it's done
D2R the family, treat 'em all like family
Stackin' chips no Frito-Lay, any day them niggas hate
So I went and bought a drake (For them niggas watchin' face)
'Member we ain't have shit, we ain't really have shit
Slept up on the mattress, I bounced back now we cash it
They gimmie the bag, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
Play time is done, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
They gimmie the bag, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
Play time is done, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
She wanna f*ck with designers, money, clout, damn
Shawty a chaser, she see a young ball like the Pacers
She wanna ride on the dick like a racer (Skrtt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I need some diamonds to look like a Laker, I call that .40 on me a Fantasia
Came out the trap, man I feel like a baker
Man that's ya' hoe, I can not save her
She wanna f*ck 'cause Du Breesh got the flavor, chaser
I pour the 'Tron, lemonade flavor
Feel like a boss, under I taker her, drink up
Blood on the floor, he gon' taste it
Bitch, we them D2R niggas, ya favorite
We get a bag and get it straight out the basement
I just can not stop chasin' that bag up
Bitches wanna f*ck 'cause they see tags up
Money on my mind, I can not back up
They love wastin' time, let's run that bag up
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
Heart break kid, maybe he really Shawn Michaels son
And I know I'm chosen, like I said before "I be the one"
Shining like I was the sun, run it up until it's done
D2R the family, treat 'em all like family
Stackin' chips no Frito-Lay, any day them niggas hate
So I went and bought a drake (For them niggas watchin' face)
'Member we ain't have shit, we ain't really have shit
Slept up on the mattress, I bounced back now we cash it
They gimmie the bag, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
Play time is done, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
They gimmie the bag, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
Play time is done, I'ma run it up
You know me, you know I'ma f*ck it up
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
I'm a heart break kid baby, maybe I'm Shawn Michaels son
Bad bitch, all up in her rips, I might be pippin' her
I don't want no label shawty, I don't want no wife in here
I f*ck boujee thots, so don't fall in love here
Writer: ELIJAH MASSIAH, JORDAN WILLIAMS, JUSTIN JOSHUA, JERIMIAH SINGH
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave