I got that feeling I could be great so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash and came with a pink slip attach to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Mama said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry mama, these hoes f*ckin' and I ain't gotta buy em shit
I go so hard on this shit, I just want y'all to listen
I talk to the mic often, it's the only thing that understand my feelings
They taught us love with all your heart, but lately my heart been missin
I done stepped up, became a man, & she act like she can't see the difference
Y'all ain't suit up in a while, y'all niggas ain't standin' on no business
Roaches creepin' around my bed, I can't get no peace while I'm sleepin
Even if they wear makeup, they can't beat us, them niggas ain't gangsta, they divas
I ain't broke, I'm just humble, I can really spend a bag up in Neimans
He keep wolfin' on the net, but I still ain't seein' them in my mentions
I showed them time after time after time, a young nigga different
I done stepped up out the mud, but I still got people that's in it
Cuzzo shed tears while I'm in the booth, he keep tellin' me I'm gifted
I can't wait till I see that little boy, I'ma open his chest like it's Christmas
She give me nothin' but turkey neck, I gotta thank her for her givin
When I was down, she used to visit, so I'ma grant all her wishes
Tell the CEOs just take a chance, I'm what's missin', I'ma be one of the richest
I got that feelin' I could be great, so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance, but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong, just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash, it came with a pink slip attached to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Mama said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry, mama, these hoes f*ckin', and I ain't gotta buy em shit
One band, one sound, gotta ride with that drum, my family depend on me
Took a bitch out of Denver, just catch me a vibe, might teach myself how to ski
Keep your head on the swivel and look both ways before you cross these streets
These niggas love the triple cross, might cross y'all like Jordan or CP3
This shit get real, don't step in that field if you ready to be a man
I can't trip on no nigga or a bitch, yeah, yeah, Im cool as a fan
Might work me a nine/five, might beat the block up, but shit, I don't know how to scam
Just keep your head up, get you some money and stay according to plan
I got that feeling I could be great, so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance, but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong, just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash, it came with a pink slip attached to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Momma said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry, momma, these hoes f*ckin', and I ain't gotta buy them shit
Purewrld - All Facts (feat. Yung Mari) Lyrics
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I got that feeling I could be great so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash and came with a pink slip attach to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Mama said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry mama, these hoes f*ckin' and I ain't gotta buy em shit
I go so hard on this shit, I just want y'all to listen
I talk to the mic often, it's the only thing that understand my feelings
They taught us love with all your heart, but lately my heart been missin
I done stepped up, became a man, & she act like she can't see the difference
Y'all ain't suit up in a while, y'all niggas ain't standin' on no business
Roaches creepin' around my bed, I can't get no peace while I'm sleepin
Even if they wear makeup, they can't beat us, them niggas ain't gangsta, they divas
I ain't broke, I'm just humble, I can really spend a bag up in Neimans
He keep wolfin' on the net, but I still ain't seein' them in my mentions
I showed them time after time after time, a young nigga different
I done stepped up out the mud, but I still got people that's in it
Cuzzo shed tears while I'm in the booth, he keep tellin' me I'm gifted
I can't wait till I see that little boy, I'ma open his chest like it's Christmas
She give me nothin' but turkey neck, I gotta thank her for her givin
When I was down, she used to visit, so I'ma grant all her wishes
Tell the CEOs just take a chance, I'm what's missin', I'ma be one of the richest
I got that feelin' I could be great, so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance, but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong, just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash, it came with a pink slip attached to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Mama said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry, mama, these hoes f*ckin', and I ain't gotta buy em shit
One band, one sound, gotta ride with that drum, my family depend on me
Took a bitch out of Denver, just catch me a vibe, might teach myself how to ski
Keep your head on the swivel and look both ways before you cross these streets
These niggas love the triple cross, might cross y'all like Jordan or CP3
This shit get real, don't step in that field if you ready to be a man
I can't trip on no nigga or a bitch, yeah, yeah, Im cool as a fan
Might work me a nine/five, might beat the block up, but shit, I don't know how to scam
Just keep your head up, get you some money and stay according to plan
I got that feeling I could be great, so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance, but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong, just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash, it came with a pink slip attached to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Momma said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry, momma, these hoes f*ckin', and I ain't gotta buy them shit
I tried to give love a chance but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash and came with a pink slip attach to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Mama said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry mama, these hoes f*ckin' and I ain't gotta buy em shit
I go so hard on this shit, I just want y'all to listen
I talk to the mic often, it's the only thing that understand my feelings
They taught us love with all your heart, but lately my heart been missin
I done stepped up, became a man, & she act like she can't see the difference
Y'all ain't suit up in a while, y'all niggas ain't standin' on no business
Roaches creepin' around my bed, I can't get no peace while I'm sleepin
Even if they wear makeup, they can't beat us, them niggas ain't gangsta, they divas
I ain't broke, I'm just humble, I can really spend a bag up in Neimans
He keep wolfin' on the net, but I still ain't seein' them in my mentions
I showed them time after time after time, a young nigga different
I done stepped up out the mud, but I still got people that's in it
Cuzzo shed tears while I'm in the booth, he keep tellin' me I'm gifted
I can't wait till I see that little boy, I'ma open his chest like it's Christmas
She give me nothin' but turkey neck, I gotta thank her for her givin
When I was down, she used to visit, so I'ma grant all her wishes
Tell the CEOs just take a chance, I'm what's missin', I'ma be one of the richest
I got that feelin' I could be great, so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance, but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong, just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash, it came with a pink slip attached to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Mama said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry, mama, these hoes f*ckin', and I ain't gotta buy em shit
One band, one sound, gotta ride with that drum, my family depend on me
Took a bitch out of Denver, just catch me a vibe, might teach myself how to ski
Keep your head on the swivel and look both ways before you cross these streets
These niggas love the triple cross, might cross y'all like Jordan or CP3
This shit get real, don't step in that field if you ready to be a man
I can't trip on no nigga or a bitch, yeah, yeah, Im cool as a fan
Might work me a nine/five, might beat the block up, but shit, I don't know how to scam
Just keep your head up, get you some money and stay according to plan
I got that feeling I could be great, so I put my heart in this music
I tried to give love a chance, but it left my heart with so many bruises
Please no more excuses, if you in the wrong, just admit it
New whip, it came roofless, 300 cash, it came with a pink slip attached to it
I gave this bitch my heart, now I don't think that I can love again
Can't lose none of the bros, I want them to see the day that we all win
Momma said slow down with all these hoes, they tryna trap you in
I'm sorry, momma, these hoes f*ckin', and I ain't gotta buy them shit
Writer: Mari Johnson, Derrick Dawson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid