Bet
Damn this bitch aint working bro
Yo run that back
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye that probably Tago
DaVicnY, DaVicnY
I'm not gonna keep this nah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tago ran this hoe, bless man
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Stupid thot yeah yeah what you thinking
Yeah, f*cking with my head go me drinking
To many of these thoughts got me spinning
It's been bout money for you since the beginning
I've been down now I'm up, hide your bitch she get cuffed
Sometimes money ain't enough, but it helps when shit gets tough
I've been riding in the cut, whole squad gone get up
Talking like you gang yeah you just bluffing
She that I'm turning into something, so she hitting up my line like it's nothing
We hit the bank with lucky ya we running
Ya we running, Ya we running
Ya we running
Ya we running yeahhh
From the twin cities now we brought the twins back to London
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Ive been grinding ya money on my mind
Breed of my own set up my own kind
Windows down driving down second line
We independent but my money doing fine
Burberry the scarf, designer my clothes
Whoa
Switch blade shawty, top off from one of my woes
Got addicted to my money, ya my heart on my sleeve
Want a mansion by the ocean waking up yeah to the breeze
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
2takai - HEART ON MY SLEEVE (Feat. Big Remz) Lyrics
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Bet
Damn this bitch aint working bro
Yo run that back
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye that probably Tago
DaVicnY, DaVicnY
I'm not gonna keep this nah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tago ran this hoe, bless man
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Stupid thot yeah yeah what you thinking
Yeah, f*cking with my head go me drinking
To many of these thoughts got me spinning
It's been bout money for you since the beginning
I've been down now I'm up, hide your bitch she get cuffed
Sometimes money ain't enough, but it helps when shit gets tough
I've been riding in the cut, whole squad gone get up
Talking like you gang yeah you just bluffing
She that I'm turning into something, so she hitting up my line like it's nothing
We hit the bank with lucky ya we running
Ya we running, Ya we running
Ya we running
Ya we running yeahhh
From the twin cities now we brought the twins back to London
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Ive been grinding ya money on my mind
Breed of my own set up my own kind
Windows down driving down second line
We independent but my money doing fine
Burberry the scarf, designer my clothes
Whoa
Switch blade shawty, top off from one of my woes
Got addicted to my money, ya my heart on my sleeve
Want a mansion by the ocean waking up yeah to the breeze
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Damn this bitch aint working bro
Yo run that back
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye that probably Tago
DaVicnY, DaVicnY
I'm not gonna keep this nah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tago ran this hoe, bless man
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Stupid thot yeah yeah what you thinking
Yeah, f*cking with my head go me drinking
To many of these thoughts got me spinning
It's been bout money for you since the beginning
I've been down now I'm up, hide your bitch she get cuffed
Sometimes money ain't enough, but it helps when shit gets tough
I've been riding in the cut, whole squad gone get up
Talking like you gang yeah you just bluffing
She that I'm turning into something, so she hitting up my line like it's nothing
We hit the bank with lucky ya we running
Ya we running, Ya we running
Ya we running
Ya we running yeahhh
From the twin cities now we brought the twins back to London
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Ive been grinding ya money on my mind
Breed of my own set up my own kind
Windows down driving down second line
We independent but my money doing fine
Burberry the scarf, designer my clothes
Whoa
Switch blade shawty, top off from one of my woes
Got addicted to my money, ya my heart on my sleeve
Want a mansion by the ocean waking up yeah to the breeze
Got designer on my waist, doesn't make up for the pain
I was brought up different but these bitches act the same
And the people clinging to me It's obvious they always fake
Homies sending bullets but she only sending hate
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my sleeve Yeaahhhhhh
Got my heart up on my, got my, got my heart
Yeah
Writer: Elijah Lanteigne, Jordan Maitland, Remo Febbraro
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid