Dr. Blackout - Break My Heart Lyrics

You told me you love me you won't break my heart
Pieces were broken you mended the parts
You told me it's over we're back at the start
Back in that bitch imma ball till I'm rich, like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Imma go get to that bag imma get to that bitch, imma hold up a semi'
SIKE
How you gon' love on a bitch and then dub on a bitch are u sipping the Henny
Like nigga you JR
Shooting my shot bitch I don't need an AR
I'm going up boy you not on my radar
I'm going up boy you not on my radar
Yeah yeah
I can show you the world
Just give me the juice
I wanted all of the real shit
I kinda really want the truth
Nigga cooking in the stu'
I just pulled up to the booth
Yeah that nigga pulled up in a wraith
So I had to fuck her in the coupe
I got an Asian plug his name was Lee
Singing my sad song bitch I'm glee
Smoking that pack yeah we smoking og'
Had to go ball so a nigga know me
I'm fucking that bitch in the back of Tesco
Shoutout my homie Kyle Lesko
You left me on open, delivered for days
Couldn't text back or just give me a hey
Faking like Amaya you stunt every way
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Prove em' wrong
Prove em' wrong
Get that bag
Sing your song
You told me you love me you won't break my heart
Pieces were broken you mended the parts
You told me it's over we're back at the start
Back in that bitch imma ball till I'm rich
Like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You told me you love me you won't break my heart
Pieces were broken you mended the parts
You told me it's over we're back at the start
Back in that bitch imma ball till I'm rich, like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Imma go get to that bag imma get to that bitch, imma hold up a semi'
SIKE
How you gon' love on a bitch and then dub on a bitch are u sipping the Henny
Like nigga you JR
Shooting my shot bitch I don't need an AR
I'm going up boy you not on my radar
I'm going up boy you not on my radar
Yeah yeah
I can show you the world
Just give me the juice
I wanted all of the real shit
I kinda really want the truth
Nigga cooking in the stu'
I just pulled up to the booth
Yeah that nigga pulled up in a wraith
So I had to fuck her in the coupe
I got an Asian plug his name was Lee
Singing my sad song bitch I'm glee
Smoking that pack yeah we smoking og'
Had to go ball so a nigga know me
I'm fucking that bitch in the back of Tesco
Shoutout my homie Kyle Lesko
You left me on open, delivered for days
Couldn't text back or just give me a hey
Faking like Amaya you stunt every way
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Imma go M.I.A
Prove em' wrong
Prove em' wrong
Get that bag
Sing your song
You told me you love me you won't break my heart
Pieces were broken you mended the parts
You told me it's over we're back at the start
Back in that bitch imma ball till I'm rich
Like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah