Paroles de la chanson Hellcat par JayDaYoungan
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Paroles de la chanson Hellcat par JayDaYoungan
(This shit goin' platinum)
So afraid to open up, I been like that since a child
I was always posted up, since a jit, been livin' wild
Lost my love for silly clowns and all the ones ain't with me now
And I don't give two fucks, so bitch, don't ask me how I feel about you
I got shit I did I can't speak on, I can't tell that
Tryna go to Heaven, but I pulled up in a Hellcat
.38, no Smith and Wesson, police wondering where the shells at
This Runtz, it got me numb, it's in my lungs, but you can smell that (HeartBeatz on the track)
So afraid to open up, I been like that since a child
I was always posted up, since a jit, been livin' wild
Lost my love for silly clowns and all the ones ain't with me now
And I don't give two fucks, so bitch, don't ask me how I feel about you
I got shit I did I can't speak on, I can't tell that
Tryna go to Heaven, but I pulled up in a Hellcat
.38, no Smith and Wesson, police wondering where the shells at
This Runtz, it got me numb, it's in my lungs, but you can smell that (HeartBeatz on the track)
These niggas out here dumb, ain't got no gun, that ain't no shooter shit
Can't beef without no funds, you really dumb, boy, that's some stupid shit
Why leave if you the one? I swear I'm done with this confusing shit
You teachin' me to run from love again, so I'm so used to this
I'm afraid to open up, I stay away
I'm okay, I really ain't, but I'll be straight
I'm tired of tryin', hurtin' deep inside, my body ache
Two bustdowns, what the fuck, how I'm still late?
So afraid to open up, I been like that since a child
I was always posted up, since a jit, been livin' wild
Lost my love for silly clowns and all the ones ain't with me now
And I don't give two fucks, so bitch, don't ask me how I feel about you
I got shit I did I can't speak on, I can't tell that
Tryna go to Heaven, but I pulled up in a Hellcat
.38, no Smith and Wesson, police wondering where the shells at
This Runtz, it got me numb, it's in my lungs, but you can smell that
And I don't give two fucks, so bitch, don't ask me how I feel about you
I got shit I did I can't speak on, I can't tell that
Tryna go to Heaven, but I pulled up in a Hellcat
.38, no Smith and Wesson, police wondering where the shells at
This Runtz, it got me numb, it's in my lungs, but you can smell that
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