| All she ever wanted was my heart to hurt
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| No attachments, just a Gucci purse
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| She know I’m mad rich, she think I’m usin' her
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| My diamonds Mavericks, they so blue to her
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| And the way I’m actin' is all due to her
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| If I think she thottin', I’m gon' do it first
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| I’m gon' call my side bitch and we gon' do the work
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| She know I’m from Highbridge, my chain show through the shirt
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| The feds locked my man up, free Montana
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| Damn, all he ever wanted was his bands up
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| They gave him 10 years for nothin', keep your head up
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| If any niggas start to fret, nigga, lay 'em out
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| Just listen to all my tracks
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna do no interviews, I’m not into that
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| And I be feelin' like I’m Malcolm, I got the X on my back
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| And every nigga in the X can vouch for me, that’s a fact
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| I dropped my first mixtape and yeah, that shit ran laps
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| By the time I dropped The Bigger Artist, like seven million in plaques
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| Got too much gold, I’m way too smart to leave my crib without straps
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| And any nigga run up on us gon' get hit like that
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| And I’ma be like nigga started what I started
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| Skinny nigga with a Patek and a Pyrex
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| Any nigga could get embarrassed, come and try it
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| Any nigga could get a bad bitch, just go and buy shit
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| I know, I know
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| You’re just like all the bitches I know
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| Why do you know all the bitches I know?
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| I think we’re better off as rivals, yeah
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| I know, I know
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| Why do you know all the bitches I know?
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| You’re just like all the bitches I know
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| You’re just like all my fuckin' rivals, yeah
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| And I know, I know
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| You’re just like all the bitches I know
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| Insecure, so you got that lipo
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| I feel like I’m the rappin' Michael, yeah
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| I think I’m better off without you
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| And you think I don’t know about the things you do
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| But I do all the same fuckin' things you do
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| We are both the same, I am just like you, yeah
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| I know that you get in your feelings, baby, me too
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| Sometimes I swear I say some shit that I don’t mean to
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| I make you feel a type of way, I make you evil
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| When I was broke, they used to treat me like I’m see-through
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| They killed my nigga Quado in the projects
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| And then they killed Beasty, free PeeWee
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| I swear to God, somebody better die next
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| And if it’s one of my niggas, nigga, free me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Voices in My Head , by - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Song from the album Hoodie SZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп