Calinado, Andrew Spacey - Broken Heart Pieces Lyrics

I don't show up I just smoke my weed
(I been chillin vibin with my team)
I don't pull up I just pack my heat
(You don't even want a piece of me)
I don't give a fuck bout what you seen
(I don't even wanna see your tree)
I don't give a fuck I count my green
(I don't even wanna see your)

Mama, oh no
I don't go slow
Got you on call
I just want more
Baby, you don't need a piece of me
Maybe you don't need a piece of me
If she ain't coming thru
Then she ain't gon become my boo
Lil mama on my own time, own time
Mama on my own vibe, on my new ride

I don't wanna know, know, know know
I don't wanna know, know, know know

I will never cuff a bitch that ain't for free
Sand in my toes baby feel the breeze
I don't want shows I don't want no cheese
I'm on the road baby keep my shit clean, yeah
I'm out control I don't listen to my needs
Pour up a four like I'm drownin in the sea, yeah
I just want more I don't wanna throw sheets
Knock on my door and you know it's all me
Tear me to shreds I'm a broken heart piece
Tear me to shreds I'm a broken heart piece

Mama, oh no
I don't go slow
Got you on call
I just want more
Baby, you don't need a piece of me
Maybe you don't need a piece of me

I feel like a young prince crowned in his prime
Like the pope, gotta keep a gold piece
Why these sad sap ass has-been's act self righteous
But they never keep the peace?
I promise I was never with your bitch, never mind
I remember I was with her actually
She let me in her gates but I cannot be fazed
Cause heaven's something I've already seen
I ain't petty but I keep a grudge
Orange soda, yeah I pour the slush
Yo bitch wanna celebrate like 'duh, duh, duh, duh, duh'
I don't listen to a word you say
Smoke up and I medicate
I'm the ring-leader don't say my name in vain
Lethal poison give him kidney pain
Yeah, off a addy I could stop a train
Like Elon Musk, she give me Neurolink
I don't even tell slide but she came
Black suede like Bruce Wayne
I lick the blood off of my fangs
I'm a cyber-punk studded up with the ring
Lil bitch, I don't do this for the fame
Gotta keep the racks all up in my jeans
I cannot fuck with you
You a sus imposter gotta keep my pasta keep my cheese
Smoking, Rasta, with my mobsters
Yeah I gotta team and you know we shining, we on go
Got the bag in some custom jeans that you never seen up in the store
Yeah you know

Mama, oh no
I don't go slow
Got you on call
I just want more
Baby, you don't need a piece of me
Maybe you don't need a piece of me
If she ain't coming thru
Then she ain't gon become my boo
Lil mama on my own time, own time
Mama on my own vibe, on my new ride