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Heart Is Video (MV)




Performed By: PTM Hud
Language: English




PTM Hud - Heart Is Lyrics




You aint seen what I seen
It leave heartless

Why You leave
Couldve
Left you where you started


Things start to change
Emotions start to fade
I just wanna know rn where your heart


Money talk
Drop a couple on opp
In this hemi w/ no traction
I tell brodie drop the top
Im in philly
We on tasker
Shootin dices on the block
I just hit im back neimans
Getting dripped to my socks

Hang with the takers
Droppib and coppin faces
Thinkin
Bout how they raised us
We gettin grills
Like they braces
Granny had me ar church
But the pastors
Just couldnt save us

You aint never counted out
100,000
Smoke on gelati
With my feet up on island
In and out wells
My nigga wylin
Birkin or chanel
My baby stylin

Brodie been itchin for a body
Give em a reason
Hurt soul behind the carties
Youll see inner demon

Seen some shit to make me wonder
Am i f*ckin dreamin
These louboutins
Get kinda messy got me f*ckin bleedin



CHORUS X2


I just copped a bussdown
We wqs down but we up now
I aint cry about no losses
Its in Gods hands...
Crazy how far we came
It was a small plan

Presidential faces
I got bezels
Diamonds glacier
Coat the whip
All black
I been Feeling like racist
Niggas chasing bitches
I been chasin after paper
Louis for jeans
Think ima go get em taper




X2

TELL MY MAMA PRAY FOR ME
TELL MY MAMA PRAY FOR ME

My life full of crime
Oh Oh Oh Oh
My life on the line


Oh Oh Oh Oh


Chorus
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English

You aint seen what I seen
It leave heartless

Why You leave
Couldve
Left you where you started


Things start to change
Emotions start to fade
I just wanna know rn where your heart


Money talk
Drop a couple on opp
In this hemi w/ no traction
I tell brodie drop the top
Im in philly
We on tasker
Shootin dices on the block
I just hit im back neimans
Getting dripped to my socks

Hang with the takers
Droppib and coppin faces
Thinkin
Bout how they raised us
We gettin grills
Like they braces
Granny had me ar church
But the pastors
Just couldnt save us

You aint never counted out
100,000
Smoke on gelati
With my feet up on island
In and out wells
My nigga wylin
Birkin or chanel
My baby stylin

Brodie been itchin for a body
Give em a reason
Hurt soul behind the carties
Youll see inner demon

Seen some shit to make me wonder
Am i f*ckin dreamin
These louboutins
Get kinda messy got me f*ckin bleedin



CHORUS X2


I just copped a bussdown
We wqs down but we up now
I aint cry about no losses
Its in Gods hands...
Crazy how far we came
It was a small plan

Presidential faces
I got bezels
Diamonds glacier
Coat the whip
All black
I been Feeling like racist
Niggas chasing bitches
I been chasin after paper
Louis for jeans
Think ima go get em taper




X2

TELL MY MAMA PRAY FOR ME
TELL MY MAMA PRAY FOR ME

My life full of crime
Oh Oh Oh Oh
My life on the line


Oh Oh Oh Oh


Chorus
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