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3rdworld Trap - Heart On My Sleeves Lyrics



3rdworld Trap - Heart On My Sleeves Lyrics
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I wear my heart on my sleeves it's gon stay there
Going against us we don't play fair
Standing on business in a new pair
A nigga try me, I'ma stomp em in these motherf*ckin' dunks
Blowing gas, that's that motherf*ckin' skunk
Rockstar, I ain't no motherf*ckin' punk
We been in the city, tryna clock major dollars
Stack the shit up, saying money ain't a problem
Can you feel me baby
They left me in the cold, it got chili baby
We ain't goin' broke, how I'm feelin' lately
It's all love, but you hate me, that shit crazy
Broke shit don't phase me
Cuz I hit the streets and I run it up
I ain't have shit, then I came up
Could've stayed down, but you gave up
I ain't the same nigga, but I ain't changed much
I noticed you, but you ain't see me
They ain't f*ck with me when I needed money on my canteen
I bet they notice me when I pull up innat big body
Leave me alone, lil bihh money all I need
I wear my heart on my sleeves it's gon stay there
Going against us we don't play fair
Standing on business in a new pair
Nigga try me, I'ma stomp em in these motherf*ckin' dunks
Blowing gas, that that motherf*ckin' skunk
Rockstar, I ain't no motherf*ckin' punk
We been in the city, tryna clock major dollars
Stack the shit up saying money ain't a problem
From the trenches baby
Selling everything like a dispensary baby
I wear my heart on my sleeves, no pretending baby
Shit regular, not amazing
I gotta get new money on a daily
So it's, f*ck you, nigga, pay me
Crackers must be trippin' if they thinkin' they gon' slave me
Getting money with my niggas like the dopeman in the 80s
Don't judge my lifestyle, we ghetto babies
I noticed you, but you ain't see me
They ain't f*ck with me when I needed money on my canteen
I bet they notice me when I pull up in this big body
Leave me alone, lil bihh money all I need
I wear my heart on my sleeve it's gon stay there
Going against us we don't play fair
Standing on business in a new pair
A nigga try me, I'ma stomp em in these motherf*ckin' dunks
Blowin gas, that's that motherf*ckin' skunk
Rockstar, I ain't no motherf*ckin' punk
We been in the city, tryna clock major dollars
Stack the shit up saying money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
Screaming money ain't a problem
Stack the shit up
Stack the shit up it ain't a problem
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I wear my heart on my sleeves it's gon stay there
Going against us we don't play fair
Standing on business in a new pair
A nigga try me, I'ma stomp em in these motherf*ckin' dunks
Blowing gas, that's that motherf*ckin' skunk
Rockstar, I ain't no motherf*ckin' punk
We been in the city, tryna clock major dollars
Stack the shit up, saying money ain't a problem
Can you feel me baby
They left me in the cold, it got chili baby
We ain't goin' broke, how I'm feelin' lately
It's all love, but you hate me, that shit crazy
Broke shit don't phase me
Cuz I hit the streets and I run it up
I ain't have shit, then I came up
Could've stayed down, but you gave up
I ain't the same nigga, but I ain't changed much
I noticed you, but you ain't see me
They ain't f*ck with me when I needed money on my canteen
I bet they notice me when I pull up innat big body
Leave me alone, lil bihh money all I need
I wear my heart on my sleeves it's gon stay there
Going against us we don't play fair
Standing on business in a new pair
Nigga try me, I'ma stomp em in these motherf*ckin' dunks
Blowing gas, that that motherf*ckin' skunk
Rockstar, I ain't no motherf*ckin' punk
We been in the city, tryna clock major dollars
Stack the shit up saying money ain't a problem
From the trenches baby
Selling everything like a dispensary baby
I wear my heart on my sleeves, no pretending baby
Shit regular, not amazing
I gotta get new money on a daily
So it's, f*ck you, nigga, pay me
Crackers must be trippin' if they thinkin' they gon' slave me
Getting money with my niggas like the dopeman in the 80s
Don't judge my lifestyle, we ghetto babies
I noticed you, but you ain't see me
They ain't f*ck with me when I needed money on my canteen
I bet they notice me when I pull up in this big body
Leave me alone, lil bihh money all I need
I wear my heart on my sleeve it's gon stay there
Going against us we don't play fair
Standing on business in a new pair
A nigga try me, I'ma stomp em in these motherf*ckin' dunks
Blowin gas, that's that motherf*ckin' skunk
Rockstar, I ain't no motherf*ckin' punk
We been in the city, tryna clock major dollars
Stack the shit up saying money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
Screaming money ain't a problem
Stack the shit up
Stack the shit up it ain't a problem
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Writer: Anthony Scott
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Performed By: 3rdworld Trap
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Anthony Scott

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