Don't wanna leave you alone
You're all that I call my own
I don't wanna go back home
Empty-handed
Not my fault told me to go
Packed my shit I left your home
My shirt drenched in cologne
You can have it
I know you love my scent
Last text you sent on read
I love these petty things
You broke my heart and trust
All my hard work is dust
My love ain't worth a thing
(My love ain't worth a thing, yeah)
My nigga just tellin' me that she cheated
I told them niggas I don't really need her
I told them niggas I don't really need her
Cause I got a best friend that's just gonna beat her
(What)
Pockets got cheese
(Yeah)
Diamond VV's
(Uh, Yeah)
She wanna f*ck on the team
Cause my money be green
Surround by these hoes they holding me
Hostage I hop on the plane like Kyrie left Boston
Like Kyrie left Boston
(Uh)
Do a nigga cold Steve Austin
(Uh, Uh)
Baby do you know how I'm feeling
Writing some lyrics and counting up some digits
Talking to my niggas
Yeah, we the realest
Realest young niggas pull the hoes and the bitches
(No)
How you text my dawg then come back to me
I ain't tryna f*ck with you no more can't you see
Yeah, I got blood in my eyes
Every time we take pictures
We throw up them 4's and them P's
Them 4's and them P's
Talking my shit
I hit you with a piece
Pull up to school in
A white Mercedes
Stay at the top of my
Q's and my P's
Don't wanna leave you alone
You're all that I call my own
I don't wanna go back home
Empty-handed
Not my fault told me to go
Packed my shit I left your home
My shirt drenched in cologne
You can have it
(You can have it)
I know you love my scent
Last text you sent on read
I love these petty things
(Oh)
You broke my heart and trust
All my hard work is dust
Now I don't give a f*ck
(Oh)
Luq. - Petty Things. (feat. Berto 2x) Lyrics
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Don't wanna leave you alone
You're all that I call my own
I don't wanna go back home
Empty-handed
Not my fault told me to go
Packed my shit I left your home
My shirt drenched in cologne
You can have it
I know you love my scent
Last text you sent on read
I love these petty things
You broke my heart and trust
All my hard work is dust
My love ain't worth a thing
(My love ain't worth a thing, yeah)
My nigga just tellin' me that she cheated
I told them niggas I don't really need her
I told them niggas I don't really need her
Cause I got a best friend that's just gonna beat her
(What)
Pockets got cheese
(Yeah)
Diamond VV's
(Uh, Yeah)
She wanna f*ck on the team
Cause my money be green
Surround by these hoes they holding me
Hostage I hop on the plane like Kyrie left Boston
Like Kyrie left Boston
(Uh)
Do a nigga cold Steve Austin
(Uh, Uh)
Baby do you know how I'm feeling
Writing some lyrics and counting up some digits
Talking to my niggas
Yeah, we the realest
Realest young niggas pull the hoes and the bitches
(No)
How you text my dawg then come back to me
I ain't tryna f*ck with you no more can't you see
Yeah, I got blood in my eyes
Every time we take pictures
We throw up them 4's and them P's
Them 4's and them P's
Talking my shit
I hit you with a piece
Pull up to school in
A white Mercedes
Stay at the top of my
Q's and my P's
Don't wanna leave you alone
You're all that I call my own
I don't wanna go back home
Empty-handed
Not my fault told me to go
Packed my shit I left your home
My shirt drenched in cologne
You can have it
(You can have it)
I know you love my scent
Last text you sent on read
I love these petty things
(Oh)
You broke my heart and trust
All my hard work is dust
Now I don't give a f*ck
(Oh)
You're all that I call my own
I don't wanna go back home
Empty-handed
Not my fault told me to go
Packed my shit I left your home
My shirt drenched in cologne
You can have it
I know you love my scent
Last text you sent on read
I love these petty things
You broke my heart and trust
All my hard work is dust
My love ain't worth a thing
(My love ain't worth a thing, yeah)
My nigga just tellin' me that she cheated
I told them niggas I don't really need her
I told them niggas I don't really need her
Cause I got a best friend that's just gonna beat her
(What)
Pockets got cheese
(Yeah)
Diamond VV's
(Uh, Yeah)
She wanna f*ck on the team
Cause my money be green
Surround by these hoes they holding me
Hostage I hop on the plane like Kyrie left Boston
Like Kyrie left Boston
(Uh)
Do a nigga cold Steve Austin
(Uh, Uh)
Baby do you know how I'm feeling
Writing some lyrics and counting up some digits
Talking to my niggas
Yeah, we the realest
Realest young niggas pull the hoes and the bitches
(No)
How you text my dawg then come back to me
I ain't tryna f*ck with you no more can't you see
Yeah, I got blood in my eyes
Every time we take pictures
We throw up them 4's and them P's
Them 4's and them P's
Talking my shit
I hit you with a piece
Pull up to school in
A white Mercedes
Stay at the top of my
Q's and my P's
Don't wanna leave you alone
You're all that I call my own
I don't wanna go back home
Empty-handed
Not my fault told me to go
Packed my shit I left your home
My shirt drenched in cologne
You can have it
(You can have it)
I know you love my scent
Last text you sent on read
I love these petty things
(Oh)
You broke my heart and trust
All my hard work is dust
Now I don't give a f*ck
(Oh)
Writer: Luq Noorzad, Roberto Welsh
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid