Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heartthrob , by - Father. Release date: 01.12.2016
Song language: English
Heartthrob |
| Better call the cops |
| I’m 'bout to run up on yo' block |
| Take shit that don’t belong to me |
| They say that something wrong with me |
| Red rum, red rum (eh) |
| Hoodlum, I’m dumb (yeah) |
| Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah) |
| We don’t get along |
| Rock with it, lean with it |
| Styrofoam with lean in it |
| Party not popping, less my whole fucking team in it |
| Glenwood, hitting jugg’s |
| Niggas wish that they was good |
| But niggas couldn’t keep it real |
| But I don’t hold no ill will |
| I ain’t got no ana', and you ain’t got no stamina |
| So nigga don’t you come at me |
| We know you ain’t got no family |
| You ain’t got no crew |
| Cause they don’t keep it real with you |
| Niggas keep it real with me |
| Despite all of my savagery |
| No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob |
| Living on the west side |
| Pretty black heartthrob |
| The way I used to make her feel |
| I miss when we were only friends |
| Juggin' in the west end |
| Touching in the Westin |
| No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob |
| Living on the west side |
| Pretty black heartthrob |
| The way I used to make her feel |
| I miss when we were only friends |
| Juggin' in the west end |
| Touching in the Westin |
| Big house Duplex (yeah) |
| Suplex, who next (woah) |
| Russian roulette (yeah) |
| Bullet through neck (eh) |
| Brett Hart, sharpshooter |
| Scamming bitches on computers |
| Future in my hands |
| Popped a vyvanse, blew five bands |
| Hang time, gang signs |
| Use you’re hands, fusion dance |
| Stay in school |
| So tinted |
| Oprah Winfrey, we ain’t cool |
| So the whips is bullet proof |
| Getting throat in a jeep |
| A nigga ran off the streets |
| Say they got evidence on me |
| But that shit ain’t concrete |
| No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob |
| Living on the west side |
| Pretty black heartthrob |
| The way I used to make her feel |
| I miss when we were only friends |
| Juggin' in the west end |
| Touching in the Westin |
| No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob |
| Living on the west side |
| Pretty black heartthrob |
| The way I used to make her feel |
| I miss when we were only friends |
| Juggin' in the west end |
| Touching in the Westin |
| Better call the cops |
| I’m 'bout to run up on yo' block |
| Take shit that don’t belong to me |
| They say that something wrong with me |
| Red rum, red rum (eh) |
| Hoodlum, I’m dumb (yeah) |
| Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah) |
| We don’t get along |