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143 Dee
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Damien Hall
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Damien Hall
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Lyrics
Hurt me to my bone, couldn't believe that you would deceive me
On, girl you act like-
Tell me what you on, girl, you act like you don't need me
You know what I'm on, you don't believe me, you can just leave me
Hurt me to my bone, couldn't believe that you would deceive me
Heart done turned to chrome
Went through the storm, but they couldn't freeze me, aye
We got the pack and we put it in motion
East to the West, we go from coast to coast
24-7, we count up them digits
And run up that money 'til I can't no mo'
They think I'm Jimmy, I'm coming for Bucks
Heat up in the kitchen, ain't playing for Spo
Who done told boys that they up one?
Why they ain't look at the score?
Bitch on the side of me look like she Lira Galore
Keep me a few in the tuck
I try to tell them **** they cannot fuck with the boy
Keep me a Re and a buck
I know that they hating on me, I can smell it on boy
I'ma just stay in my lane
Damned if I let anybody come smear my name
Down on my low, went, got the cash
We can shoot the fade if you Billy bad
Walk in the spot like I'm Billy Jean
Translate, finna make a scene
I was on the block in the paint, can't go for layups
They fouling OD
Crossed me out, can't let 'em get close to me
Heard that from a OG
Tell me what you on, girl, you act like you don't need me
You know what I'm on, you don't believe me, you can just leave me
Hurt me to my bone, couldn't believe that you would deceive me
Heart done turned to chrome
Went through the storm, but they couldn't freeze me, aye
We got the pack and we put it in motion
East to the West, we go from coast to coast
24-7, we count up them digits
And run up that money 'til I can't no mo'
They think I'm Jimmy, I'm coming for Bucks
Heat up in the kitchen, ain't playing for Spo
Who done told boys that they up one?
Why they ain't look at the score?
Aye, run up that money, throw it on the floor
I made a key, ain't let me in the door
Used to be broke, was window shopping stores
Gave 'em an inch, they begging me for more
Gave 'em an inch, they try to take a mile
Come from the crabs in the bucket
It's 'bout the haystacks, know I'm jumping in the pile, gotta get it
Bad lil' bitch from Eastside of the city
She with it, 'bout to get her litty
Took her on a date, I'm tryna see deeper inside
The ego bigger than her titties
Tryna get the Ben's from me, I ain't benefiting
I cannot go for nothin'
Her face on Southside, mind on Bleveland
Act like you need me
Tell me what you on, girl, you act like you don't need me
You know what I'm on, you don't believe me, you can just leave me
Hurt me to my bone, couldn't believe that you would deceive me
Heart done turned to chrome
Went through the storm, but they couldn't freeze me, aye
We got the pack and we put it in motion
East to the West, we go from coast to coast
24-7, we count up them digits
And run up that money 'til I can't no mo'
They think I'm Jimmy, I'm coming for Bucks
Heat up in the kitchen, ain't playing for Spo
Who done told boys that they up one?
Why they ain't look at the score?
Written by: Damien Hall
