Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Hurt You, artist - Belly. Album song IMMIGRANT, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Who Hurt You |
Ooh, woah |
Woah, oh |
Oh, yeah-eah |
Woah, woah |
Uh, they sold me dreams, tell 'em, «Keep the change» |
Evil in their veins, they don’t bleed the same |
Greed and fame, we should really feel ashamed |
Buyin' Cubans, most my people still in chains |
Convos with God, squad, Rod and Tar-Tar |
She been goin' hard, got her nose like a aardvark |
Chopped off, lookin' like the man on the crosswalk |
Arms crossed, tryna find the light in my dark heart |
First ki' I ever cut, I got high off it |
'Cause I never knew the residue would fly off it |
Sellin' dope, actin' like the fiends won’t die off it |
All we gave a fuck about was gettin' fly off it |
Shells on the floor in your office |
Lookin' like you sent a whole staff out for crawfish |
Bitch, you ripped my heart out just to ask me why I’m heartless |
She shootin' for the stars, and I guess I ain’t a target |
I guess you ain’t a marksman, bitch, 'cause now I’m arson lit |
You couldn’t even ride for me, you car sick |
I mean, I understand if the shit was a long trip |
But I guess you must have hopped on the wrong dick, you dumb bitch |
(Who hurt you?) |
Ooh, woah |
Woah, oh |
Oh, yeah-eah |
Woah, woah |
Uh, they lie about us in these affidavits |
So when they kill us, you can validate it |
You downplay it and say that we exaggerate it |
In the valley smokin' Cali, gettin' calibrated |
In the field, you feelin' squeamish, you Willie Beamen |
Me, I got too many demons and a million reasons |
Man, I got too many foes, got 'em figured out |
Ex-hoes that wanna kill me that don’t even count |
Fuck love, I brought drugs to my intervention |
Greenlight you, they gon' catch you at the intersection |
All these bitches throwin' pussy, I just intercept it |
And she gon' swallow dick 'til she get indigestion |
Tat above your naval section, «Enter at your own discretion» |
Goddamn, that’s a lastin' first impression |
You had a right to be high on yourself |
Shit, I was high on everything else, so what the hell, ugh |
(Who hurt you?) |
Ooh, woah |
(I was told, I was told) |
Woah, oh |
(Yeah) |
Oh, yeah-eah |
Woah, woah |