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Heartless Video (MV)




Performed By: Swank Davis
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Eric Samuel-Murray




Swank Davis - Heartless Lyrics




I been on a wave
I been getting heartless
Now a days I don't care who departed
Niggas in the way
And they love to pop shit
I can't f*ck with you if you on some opp shit
The pictures that they paint could make you to a target
Bullet fills ya face and now ya family nauseous
The ones you grew up with turn into informants
I'm a f*cking king can't get into pawn shit

My tabletops coated with some alabaster
They think they whisper silent but I could go hear the chatter
Legs work but I know they mouth be running faster
I don't care my 40 turn them into anti matter
Since everybody went and flipped I been getting sadder
Smoking hella Ls up out the zip and now my pockets fatter
Ya mans beat a life charge yo I swear this shit don't add up
Disregard ya feelings cause to them it don't really matter
Serving plates in front of 8 2
Hope they don't blam across the street because they hate you
I know they over there juggin on they lil 8ths too
Watch for jokes ya enemies tend to get playful
Waiting to berate you
Ya grave hold ya secrets
And the tongue tells the lies
Don't you ever cross my niggas
Cause we all up on the rise
My mom pray for me everyday that's blessings in disguise
I knew I would do it all I had to do was try

I been on a wave
I been getting heartless
Now a days I don't care who departed
Niggas in the way
And they love to pop shit
I can't f*ck with you if you on some opp shit
The pictures that they paint could make you to a target
Bullet fills ya face and now ya family nauseous
The ones you grew up with turn into informants
I'm a f*cking king can't get into pawn shit

I been on a wave
I been getting heartless
Now a days I don't care who departed
Niggas in the way
And they love to pop shit
I can't f*ck with you if you on some opp shit
The pictures that they paint could make you to a target
Bullet fills ya face and now ya family nauseous
The ones you grew up with turn into informants
I'm a f*cking king can't get into pawn shit
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English

I been on a wave
I been getting heartless
Now a days I don't care who departed
Niggas in the way
And they love to pop shit
I can't f*ck with you if you on some opp shit
The pictures that they paint could make you to a target
Bullet fills ya face and now ya family nauseous
The ones you grew up with turn into informants
I'm a f*cking king can't get into pawn shit

My tabletops coated with some alabaster
They think they whisper silent but I could go hear the chatter
Legs work but I know they mouth be running faster
I don't care my 40 turn them into anti matter
Since everybody went and flipped I been getting sadder
Smoking hella Ls up out the zip and now my pockets fatter
Ya mans beat a life charge yo I swear this shit don't add up
Disregard ya feelings cause to them it don't really matter
Serving plates in front of 8 2
Hope they don't blam across the street because they hate you
I know they over there juggin on they lil 8ths too
Watch for jokes ya enemies tend to get playful
Waiting to berate you
Ya grave hold ya secrets
And the tongue tells the lies
Don't you ever cross my niggas
Cause we all up on the rise
My mom pray for me everyday that's blessings in disguise
I knew I would do it all I had to do was try

I been on a wave
I been getting heartless
Now a days I don't care who departed
Niggas in the way
And they love to pop shit
I can't f*ck with you if you on some opp shit
The pictures that they paint could make you to a target
Bullet fills ya face and now ya family nauseous
The ones you grew up with turn into informants
I'm a f*cking king can't get into pawn shit

I been on a wave
I been getting heartless
Now a days I don't care who departed
Niggas in the way
And they love to pop shit
I can't f*ck with you if you on some opp shit
The pictures that they paint could make you to a target
Bullet fills ya face and now ya family nauseous
The ones you grew up with turn into informants
I'm a f*cking king can't get into pawn shit
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Writer: Eric Samuel-Murray
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