Heart Breaker lyrics

by

Wyclef Jean


[Intro: Kiddo Marv]
Know what we talkin' ’bout
She was the best for me
No, I don't... what's the best for me, b*tch?
I don’t give a f*ck about you
f*ck you
Go overdose on some pills or some sh*t

[Verse 1: Kiddo Marv]
I'm tryna break your f*ckin' heart, b*tch
You ain't really love a n*gga from the start, b*tch
Especially when the times was goin' hard, b*tch
You kept trippin' like you ain't wanna play your part, b*tch
You ain't even hold me down when I needed you
Always blockin’ a n*gga number, I can’t speak to you
You be actin' like a jit, you a petty ho
When you wanna f*ck other n*ggas I already know
Ho, you be ready to go
And you be askin’ me questions like who I'm sleepin' with?
I be f*ckin' them b*tches that you be tweetin’ with
Promise to make you look stupid every chance I get
Now it feel bein' friendly with all the hoes I hit?
You took advantage when I said you kept the balance in me
You knew my strength and my weakness, how to put damage in me
Even nutted in you, almost got you plugged too
I thank the Lord you ain't get pregant, ho, f*ck you
You try to play me like I'm stupid, like I'm clueless, b*tch
You and I know both know that I'm a player
I don't know what I was thinkin' when I went out there to save you
I be thinkin' 'bout you when I'm 'posed to be thinkin' 'bout the paper
Now you be ventin' all on Twitter, tryna start sh*t
You and I both know that I am heartless
Gettin' money, sellin' out these shows, ho, I'm an artist
Too easy to get these b*tches, was gon' break your heart regardless, b*tch
[Chorus: Kiddo Marv]
You really thought I was finna love you forever? I lied
You keep telling me you moving on to somebody better, like I'ma cry
And I hope that same n*gga break your heart too and cheat on you
f*ck another b*tch, same night, pull up and skeet on you
f*ck all that sucker sh*t, ain't wish you the best, b*tch
I'm tryna rip your heart right out your chest, b*tch

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
Ayy, listen, f*ck n*gga, let me make it clear (Real clear)
It ain't like you made me, pus*y n*gga, why you angry? (What the f*ck?)
Actin' like you hurt, you showin' way too much emotions
Like a b*tch up in a skirt (b*tch), you steady lyin' like you work
sh*t, I let you hit it raw, I feel stupid (f*ck)
Sent them b*tches 'round, you fell for it like a groupie (Stupid)
Posing all in pictures, now you all on b*tches' di*k
And you told me don't worry 'bout 'em, pus*y n*ggas make me sick
b*tch, you make me sick
How you play me victim? I ain't cryin' 'bout no di*k (Nah)
Won't ever f*ck again, won't let you put me in no mix
pus*y n*gga, watch your mouth, speakin' on me, state a fact
You done booked a couple shows and now you don't know how to act (What?)
Don't make me call my brother, have him go up in your sh*t
And you talkin' with that ho, you know them traits of a b*tch
Thank God I ain't get pregnant, we ain't gotta share no kids
And if I ever see you out, then b*tch, you know just what it is
[Chorus: Kiddo Marv]
You really thought I was finna love you forever? I lied
You keep telling me you moving on to somebody better, like I'ma cry
And I hope that same n*gga break your heart too and cheat on you
f*ck another b*tch, same night, pull up and skeet on you
f*ck all that sucker sh*t, ain't wish you the best, b*tch
I'm tryna rip your heart right out your chest, b*tch
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