Sean Price - Heartburn lyrics

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Sean Price - Heartburn lyrics

(Sean Price) I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite I love it when my b**h cook, come home To a hot meal, it's not real, the b**h can't cook I love them bullets I sent you You know what's up, I'm broke as f**, and n***a the rent due I love my moms and the drug habit I love a double jointed b**h up in my craft splattered I love snatching n***az j**els up on the ma** transit I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it I love it I love it when you bob ya head to this At the same time, giving the God head in the whip I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing Right under her nose, I'm right under your clothes And I love it (Chorus 2x: Sean Price) "All this love in my heart" In my heart y'all! (I got heartburn) "And just enough to make 'em stop" uh-huh "Only take us on the path" - P "So it is on your mind" - and again (Sean Price) I love fist fights with bra** knuckles I love to get right with the 5th and make ya a** buckle po-po I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom Love living with you though it ain't much room I love when you say my song is corny At the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know? I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest I love wallabies, I love trees just as much As I love collard greens, and cheese, b**h, I love it (Chorus 2x) (Sean Price) I love to punch street n***az Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street n***az Ya'll motherf**ers phony, the father told me To knock y'all n***az out, quick then Antonio Tarber Show me ya dollar, n***a, I'll show you the llama The bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam Damn fam, you f**ing with a grown a** man Couldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams See, I'm on your block in a tore backed van Jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future Better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you I love ya

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