ON MY $lEEVE

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ON MY $lEEVE

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[Intro] Yeah Turn my voice up a little Uh, hm Hm, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Hm, I ain't even leave yet Yeah [Chorus] What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet What the fuck you dyin' for? What the fuck you—, huh What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet This money, what you dyin' for, my heart right on my sleeve (Yeah) [Verse 1] Yeah, my heart right on my sleeve Might die for my bro or I might just leave (Might just leave) My heart right on my sleeve Stole your heart more than once, does that make me a thief? If it happens once, it'll happen again That boy out here rappin' again Crashed the Tesla, I'm back in the Benz' As soon as I get this advance New big hundreds, I need them blue strips Man, this shit crazy, it'll make me lose it (What?) The way is back, this time it's a nuisance Yeah, it's done for All that shit ain't nice, just leave me 'lone Huh, yeah, it's done for you Tell that bitch "I'll write a song for you" (Yeah) [Chorus] What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet What the fuck you dyin' for? What the fuck you—, huh What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet This money, what you dyin' for, my heart right on my sleeve (Yeah) What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet What the fuck you dyin' for? What the fuck you—, huh What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet This money, what you dyin' for, my heart right on my sleeve (Yeah) [Verse 2] Ice cold, my wrist on (Huh) Ice cold, my bitch on Ice cold, my jeans, bitch Nowadays, she Stevie, she can't even see me, no (No, no) Don't mention my name, not on these blogs (No, no) Just keep that shit real whenever you talk (No, no) So, when you remember it, baby, don't say what you saw (No, no) Huh, I'ma give mommy all of this shit, this shit is not mine, this shit is not mine [Bridge] I can see, baby wanna talk when I leave Huh, spicy, baby got something up her sleeve Huh, spicy (Spicy) Yeah, she spicy (Spicy) Yeah [Chorus] What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet (Yeah) What the fuck you dyin' for? (What the fuck you—) What the fuck you—, huh What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet This money, what you dyin' for, my heart right on my sleeve (Yeah) What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet What the fuck you dyin' for? What the fuck you—, huh What the fuck you cryin' for? I ain't even leave yet This money, what you dyin' for, my heart right on my sleeve (Yeah) [Outro] Yeah Ayy, baby what you cryin' for? Wipe your tears from your eyes Ayy, baby what you cryin' for? I told that girl "I'll write a song for you"

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  • Yung Pinch
  • Will Steller