Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart Shaped Box, artist - Melanin 9. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Heart Shaped Box |
| You my little mixed nympho in a confused state |
| Suckin my balls staring up at me with your cute face |
| You only like em black in your bag you hide the strap |
| Poking your batty on Instagram for a man to trap |
| Caught cheating waxing your pussy out in the carpark |
| For a newer pair of shoes to wear and some Carharrt |
| And always on your celly, ex tatted below your belly |
| Wanna man who’s flipping O’s spinning chrome on his own Pirellis |
| You like it big in that little pussy it turns you on |
| Squirting when it hurts you like a virgin on your purple thong |
| Weeds your escape route, purple haze and Grey Goose |
| Saying men are all the same, but wouldn’t get your morals changed |
| Crashed your nigga’s X5 you lured him with your sex side |
| And pussy whipped the next guy to have you in his Lex drive |
| Your life before that was robbing yards, slapping hoes |
| Copping cars, trapping bros clubbing hard you were ratchet so |
| Cos they love your steelo |
| Cos they love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steelo |
| Cos they love your steelo |
| Love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steeze though |
| Your curls are yellow known on every kerb and urban ghetto |
| Your arse is showing through your skirt twerking in stilettos |
| Always drunk in some party or getting crushed out |
| Plugged out, thugged out, bitch you bugged out |
| Braiding your hair outside your mumma’s house you cussing loud |
| Come back from some scrap over some brother plus they stomped you out |
| Passionate Capricorn cos from the back you grab my arms |
| No need to strap a dom my phallus splash inside your applebum |
| Face like Gwen Stefani draped in Armani |
| Blushing harlot catching charges fucking you in your matching garments |
| And when we argued you was cuttroat and so jealous |
| But what for just blow up in phone with no credit |
| In your panties you wet like (?) when you and your man breakup |
| Splash in your grille and dismantle your fancy face makeup |
| You’re running scams in banks with dudes, Gucci bags and shoes |
| Champs and gangster crews who clapped tools in fashion avenue |
| Cos they love your steelo |
| Cos they love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steelo |
| Cos they love your steelo |
| Love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steelo |
| Cos I love your steeze though |
| She’s that bitch man, she’s that bitch |
| 3 in the morning 2 in the morning 1 in the morning |
| Let me explain something to you — life is short, okay? |
| I need it like this to |
| do all the things I gotta do, I like order |
| Order’s fine, but you’re ridiculous! |
| And what do you want? |
| I want a man who knows what he wants — decisive! |
| You don’t know what you want. |
| Make up your mind, be a man, and don’t be wishy-washy on me |
| Hmm, I know what I want, my music. |
| Everything else is secondary |
| I knew you would say that |
| Then why’d you ask? |