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Cold Hearted Prince & Justin Deak - Track Meet Lyrics




Heart to heart
Soul to soul
Six owe to the world blow
Said I was done with that bitch
But I f*cked her last week
Highly recruited amongst these bitches
Like a five star athlete
My niggas run the city
Like a motherf*ckin track meet
Spend a check at saks
Coolin kicking cack
I don't want that bitch
Send that bitch right back
Send that bitch right back
I ain't really f*ck wit her like that
Two bitches that I lost
Gotta get em back
Never ditch yo hos
Cuz her ass fat
Sittin on top of the world
I'm tryna give you the world
Okay I lied
I want my hands through ya curls
I mean I'm really tryna f*ck up the world
I mean really tryna f*ck wit ya girl
Then give you back to the world
This shit ain't all down diamonds and pearls
Honesty is key
These niggas ain't f*ckin me
Can't front bitch
You know you need me
Dick so good
It should cost you a fee
Bag so big
Tell them f*ck the receipt
If I was charged with this shit
It'll be a felony
Rules to the streets
He ain't fam he don't eat
Like a bitch that don't speak
Pretty bitch with a mean mug
Classy bitch but a mean thug
Like my bitches somewhat thick
Don't leave me around her ima hit that shit
Soon as she leave
It's f*ck that bitch
I don't need that bitch
I'm the man how can you not see that shit
Ray charles to the bullshit
Nigga talk slick hit em with a full clip
Ray charles to the bullshit
Nigga talk slick hit em with a full clip
Make me do a back slip
Said I was done with that bitch
But I f*cked her last week
Highly recruited amongst these bitches
Like a five star athlete
My niggas run the city
Like a motherf*ckin track meet
Motherf*ckin track meet
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Heart to heart
Soul to soul
Six owe to the world blow
Said I was done with that bitch
But I f*cked her last week
Highly recruited amongst these bitches
Like a five star athlete
My niggas run the city
Like a motherf*ckin track meet
Spend a check at saks
Coolin kicking cack
I don't want that bitch
Send that bitch right back
Send that bitch right back
I ain't really f*ck wit her like that
Two bitches that I lost
Gotta get em back
Never ditch yo hos
Cuz her ass fat
Sittin on top of the world
I'm tryna give you the world
Okay I lied
I want my hands through ya curls
I mean I'm really tryna f*ck up the world
I mean really tryna f*ck wit ya girl
Then give you back to the world
This shit ain't all down diamonds and pearls
Honesty is key
These niggas ain't f*ckin me
Can't front bitch
You know you need me
Dick so good
It should cost you a fee
Bag so big
Tell them f*ck the receipt
If I was charged with this shit
It'll be a felony
Rules to the streets
He ain't fam he don't eat
Like a bitch that don't speak
Pretty bitch with a mean mug
Classy bitch but a mean thug
Like my bitches somewhat thick
Don't leave me around her ima hit that shit
Soon as she leave
It's f*ck that bitch
I don't need that bitch
I'm the man how can you not see that shit
Ray charles to the bullshit
Nigga talk slick hit em with a full clip
Ray charles to the bullshit
Nigga talk slick hit em with a full clip
Make me do a back slip
Said I was done with that bitch
But I f*cked her last week
Highly recruited amongst these bitches
Like a five star athlete
My niggas run the city
Like a motherf*ckin track meet
Motherf*ckin track meet
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Writer: Justin Deak, Prince'Donald Gaines
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