HEARD OF MË

Lyrics
[Chorus] (Whoo, yeah) Fuck what you heard of me, yeah (Fuck what you—, fuck, fuck, fuck) Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, ha (Huh) I know that you heard of me (Ha), yeah No, huh, I can't fuck with you (Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) No, huh, I can't rock with you No (Woo), no (No), I can't talk to you Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me Yeah (Woo), huh (No), geek up like a God Huh, geek up like I'm talking to you, yeah, bounce up off the wall Bands on the call (Woo), Benz on the car (Woo-ooh-ooh) Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (Woo-ooh-ooh) You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art Huh? Why you talk 'bout them? (Huh) Why you talk 'bout me? (Huh) Why the fuck you speak? Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss me Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mеan that Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that This got them scratchin' thеy heads like I keyed it Yeah, that money, power, respect, it's what I needed, eh [Bridge] Geeked up every day, I just repeat it Know you don't mind me, yeah, you just like me You like money (Yeah), you just like me [Chorus] (Whoo) Fuck what you heard of me, yeah (Fuck what you—, fuck, fuck, fuck) Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, ha (Huh) I know that you heard of me (Ha), yeah No, huh, I can't fuck with you (Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) No, huh, I can't rock with you No (Woo), no (No), I can't talk to you Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me Yeah (Woo), huh (No), geek up like a God Huh, geek up like I'm talking to you, yeah, bounce up off the wall Bands on the call (Woo), Benz on the car (Woo-ooh-ooh) Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (Woo-ooh-ooh) You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art Huh? Why you talk 'bout them? (Huh) Why you talk 'bout me? (Huh) Why the fuck you speak? Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss me Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed it Yeah, that money, power, respect, it's what I needed, eh
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Credits
- Writers
- Yeat
- Synthetic
- Venny
- talk2primo
- 33empathy
- Rafe (Producer)